Percy looked around the Great Hall awkwardly. He didn’t belong here. All of these kids, they’d grown up knowing who they were. They were more powerful than him, they probably didn’t all have ADHD, the probably knew what the heck they were doing. But Percy didn’t.
Percy didn’t even know what he was doing here. His mom hadn’t explained anything, she’d just hurried him onto the mysterious red train on a platform Percy couldn’t even see almost moments before. He guessed it had something to do with his dad, but he’d never met him.
Whatever, at least he was away from Stinky Gabe. There was no way anyone here was as bad as Stinky Gabe.
Feeling reassured, he stood up a little straighter. He would make his mother proud. Whatever challenge Professor McGonagall was about the place before him, Percy would face it as best he could. As long as they didn’t ask him to read anything… Gods forbid.
I’ve put off sorting the Heroes of Olympus, despite it being the only book anyone has ever requested, specifically because I was worried that everyone would just end up in Gryffindor. Because, I mean, they’re heroes. Seriously, where else would I put Percy? Seaweed Brain wouldn’t fit in Ravenclaw (seriously, his utter lack of basic vocabulary is frankly embarrassing) and he doesn’t have an ambitious bone in his body. One could make the argument for Hufflepuff, except for that he’s pretty lazy. This is a no-brainer. Continue reading