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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Mrs. O'Leary didn't move. She'd picked her head up and was glancing at the other girl but there weren't too many people she'd be friendly with so Percy was glad she was just being alert.

"I'm not silly," he said, raising an eyebrow. "And I don't like magic. It causes trouble."

Zatanna shuffled the cards playfully, the deck dancing in her hands; she wasn't even paying attention to it. "Okay, not silly. Got a name then?" The other statement made her frown a little.

"Only fools cause troubles with magic. And I'm not about to use real magic, am I? It's just a hand's game. Come on, be brave."

"I'm brave," Percy said, voice taking a slightly harder tone. "Picking a card won't make me braver."

The challenge had raised his ire though and he was closer to taking a stupid card than he had been before. And he'd completely ignored her first question about his name because of that challenge.

Oh well.

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"Then what's the problem, boy?" His fault for not sharing a name, of course.

She was just going to keep insisting until he took a more direct action. "Come on, it's just a little simple card. You might even get a nice surprise if you play along."

Percy didn't move but he was glaring outright now, unamused by her challenges and the way she kept calling him boy.

"What's the surprise?" He was not going to be lured into some stupid battle in the middle of an airport lounge if he could help it.

"Boy, aren't you battle ready? Look, I'm Zatanna; see, no need to make so much trouble about names." Last thing she wanted was a pissed boy glaring at her.

"That's the point of the trick; you have to find out. So...a card?", asked as she offered the deck again.

BWI Airport | Portalocity Lounge | Saturday Morning | August 28

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