-PJO- Hogwarts Adventures CH.2

Chapter 2: Everyone is Related

The Stoll Brothers (both Gryffindors) are selling their latest product in the Gryffindor common room, showering candy everywhere as the first and second years snatch them up in mid-air. "Free samples!" Connor Stoll echoed, watching as the students chew the candies, and momentarily, talking ten times faster than they usually do whenever spoken to.  "So if you want to buy them, it'll be 5 galleons for one package." Travis Stoll said.

Percy and Grover were over the fire, playing wizard chess through the very noisy crowd. "You do know," Percy said, ordering his knight to move, "that muggle chess piece don't move?"
"Yeah," Grover said simply, watching his pawn destroys Percy's, "I wonder if some wizards who don't know much of the muggle world will react."
"Well," Percy thought loudly, tapping his chin, "I'll bet that they, the wizards I mean, would be screaming to the board 'MOVE, YOU PIECES OF--'"

"WOULD YOU PIPE IT DOWN?" someone roared at the girls' dormitory upstairs. The noise abruptly stopped, and looking up, Clarisse La Rue (Gryffindor) emerged. "I'M TRYING TO SLEEP HERE!"
"Sorry about that, Clarisse!" Travis shouted, "But would you like some of our Ten-Times Talking Toffee? We could throw in a sample--"
WHACK. Travis was knocked out by Clarisse' book entitled The Heavy Book of Heaviness square on the face. Many 'ooh-ed' and helplessly watched him bleed. Connor rummaged around his robes and took out a small purple candy. He put the candy in Travis' mouth and he, Travis, miraculously jumped instantly, looking finer than he was moments ago, regardless of the bloody robes. Everyone applauded to him, quite amazed. Clarisse merely shrugged and stomped furiously back into her dormitory, while the Stoll Brothers started taking orders from the innocent customers.

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Next morning, when he was on his way at the Great Hall for breakfast, Percy noticed his Ravenclaw friend, Annabeth, was walking with her bare feet. "What's up?" Percy asked her, though it was stupid because he know what Annabeth will say. She stared at him and mumbled, "Someone's been stealing my things again."
"You need help in finding them?"
"Oh no, I could do it. Anyways, I told my brothers that I lost it and they already agreed to help me find them."
Percy gaped at Annabeth, taken back at a small bit of the previous sentence she spoke. "Y-you have brothers?" he stammered.
"Well, yeah!" Annabeth said in a matter-of-factly tone. "Some of the students in Ravenclaw are my siblings, well, half-siblings anyway. And a little amount is on the other houses."
Percy mouthed 'there are more of you?' and kept staring at her, flabbergasted by the new information he didn't know from the start. Then that wasn't the only surprising thing that happened in this day regarding about siblings. Almost all of the school's students are related, even the Slytherin prefect Luke Castellan (Slytherin, mind you) is related to the Stolls. It was mind-boggling to Percy, loads of new information in one day, larger than his pile of homework. When his brain felt so heavy that he couldn't lift his head out of the table in one DADA class, Professor Donne greeted him, "Percy, are you alright?"
"I don't know, sir," Percy replied, lifting his head a little from the table, "I just don't understand…"
"What do you not understand?"
Percy grimaced, and then spoke so fast you thought you thought he ate the Stoll brothers' Ten-Times Talking Toffee:  "Why in Scotts is everyone related to each other? I mean…am I the only one who is a single child? No half-siblings or whatsoever? Grover and some people are an exception, because they're a different case. I know that I had some distant relatives I just don't know or maybe some cousins that already graduated here or something but really! And I don't know who my dad is! My mum's muggle-born, and I know dad is pure-blood but--"
"Percy," Professor Donne interrupted, sighing, "If it helps to enlighten your mood, I had something to say to you, and I've been hiding it to you for a long time now. But it's time to tell you."
"W-what is it, sir?" Percy asked; he had the strangest feeling that his favorite teacher is about to tell him the most peculiar news he will hear for the day.
"Percy…" Donne sighed, "…I am your father."