fandomhigh | BWI Airport | Portalocity Lounge | Saturday Morning

In most instances, no one would bat an eye at seeing a boy and his dog. In this instance, some people might actually run away screaming at the sight of this boy and this dog. Percy Jackson didn’t look all that intimidating on his own. He was average height, dark haired and carried a ball point pen in the pocket of his jeans.

Of course, the huge hellhound sitting behind Percy might have turned a few heads if not for the Mist. Thankfully, most mortals didn’t see Mrs. O’ Leary, Percy’s inherited hellhound sitting lazily in the BWI airport lounge (how the hellhound had fit, Percy didn’t know).

Percy himself didn’t look as relaxed as his dog. His eyes were jumping left to right, almost as if he expected something to attack him or for Luke to emerge from the crowd with that more smirk than smile look on his face.

This was about the fourteenth school Percy had been to since age twelve. He didn’t expect it to last. He wanted to be at Camp Half Blood. Instead, he was waiting in an airport lounge for a shuttle to cart him and his hellhound to a place called Fandom.

Percy frowned. He didn’t think this day could get worse.

[Open shuttle bus! Mrs. O’ Leary is a big ole hellhound that most mortals probably would not see because of something called the Mist. If you’re not exactly all the way mortal, you’d see her though. She’s not going to attack anyone, I promise.]

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"That depends on what you're looking for," Percy replied after a moment spent gaping at William. "So. What're you looking for?"

Percy was just hoping the answer wasn't 'you'. He'd had that happen too often already.

"I was told this was the place to wait for the carriage to Fandom High School?" William said hesitantly.

"You're in the right place."

Though, carriage? Percy made a face at that. He thought carriages were for old movies that had been made before he'd even been born.

"That's what I'm here for too. So, you're not lost, at least. We can stand here together and wonder where we're going."

"Good, good," William nodded. "That's- oh. I should introduce myself. William Murdoch." Taking a moment to juggle hat and luggage so that he had a free hand, he held it out towards Percy.

"Percy Jackson," he said, still guarded against someone new even if he didn't think William was a monster. He hadn't thought that about Mrs. Dodds either and look what happened there.

"I'm guessing you're not a local," he added after a moment spent looking at the hat and luggage and watching him stare like an airport lounge was completely new to him.

"Not a local, no," William shook his head. "I'm from- or rather, I caught a train from Montreal."

"Canada?" Percy thought that was a long way to come just for a school that was supposedly on a small island. Even with his penchant for getting kicked out of schools, he'd never gone that far.

"How do you get from Montreal to Virginia?" he wondered. "Seems like a hike."

"This is my first time in the States," Will confirmed with a nod. "As for how I got here, though the train ride itself was rather dull, I couldn't in good conscience turn down the chance to expand my horizons- literally as well as figuratively, of course."

"Yeah." Unfortunately for poor William, Percy's gaze slid off of him onto the others arriving and to the lounge itself. It was nothing against the other boy, he just had a tendency to do that.

"That mean you're excited?" he eventually asked when his attention returned. "To be able to expand your horizons, I mean."

Will took note of the odd behaviour but said nothing, simply filing it away in the back of his mind. "Well, yes," he nodded. "Certainly better than sticking around St. Patrick's."

"St. Patrick's? That a religious school or something?" It sounded like it. That was one type of school Percy had avoided in his years of getting kicked out of schools.

"It's... run by Jesuits, yes," William admitted. "Religion is a key part of education there."

"I've never been to a religious school," Percy remarked idly. "Have any fun there?"

"Some," William couldn't help but grin. "Mostly unsanctioned, of course, but it is possible." He still had a while to go before he'd become the kind of guy who 'goes out of his way to avoid fun'.

"Unsanctioned?" he repeated. That was another of those weirdly formal words. Percy's mind took a little while to process it. "That mean it's against the rules?"

"Very much so," William nodded. His tendency towards unsanctioned fun had earned him a lashing or... twelve, but that wasn't the sort of thing one brought up to a near perfect stranger.

"See, I know a lot about unsanctioned activities myself," he said, using William's vocabulary since it sounded better. "It's probably part of the reason I'm here, in fact. A little too much fun, I guess."

Or a little too many monster attacks.

"Myself as well," William confided, pleased to have found some common ground. "Father O'Brian thought perhaps a change of environment might lead me to be more... productive."

"If you're anything like me," Percy said, actually laughing some now, "it won't. I've been through several schools because of my unsanctioned behavior."

"Several?" William raised an eyebrow. "I can't even imagine what that must be like. I've been at St. Patrick's since- since I was a lad."

Percy shrugged, not about to brag about his school difficulties but, in hindsight, some of the earlier ones were a little funny.

"I move around a lot," he said absently. "And I think I'd get bored if I had to stay at one school for so long."

BWI Airport | Portalocity Lounge | Saturday Morning | August 28

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