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The students all blinked in confusion, hearing only strange, powerful, and guttural sounds coming from Percy's mouth.
Even Fleur, who had heard him speak Ancient Greek before, didn't really understand the formal, archaic words or their terrible, binding power.
But she felt the air around them grow cold and heavy, and she saw the flicker of grim triumph in Percy's sea-green eyes. He had done something.
"I'm sorry, dear boy, I didn't quite understand that," Rita Skeeter replied, blinking her beady little eyes, her acid-green quill still poised eagerly. "A bit of a foreign tongue, was it? For the foreign champion, perhaps?"
"We're done here, Rita," Percy replied coldly, his voice flat and final. He turned his back on her and started to walk away, Fleur and their group of friends following close behind him, creating a protective circle.
Rita blinked, looking offended and flustered. "What do you mean we are done? I am certainly not done with you, Mr. Jackson! I still have questions! My readers demand-"
"SCREECH!" A loud, angry shriek cut her off. An owl, one of the normal school owls that delivered mail, suddenly came flying down from the stands and scratched Rita hard across her arm with its sharp talons.
The reporter cried out in pain, dropping her quill and notepad onto the muddy ground. The owl then began to circle her head, pecking at her hands and her garishly styled blonde hair. People looked on in surprise and shock.
Percy, without even looking back, just snapped his fingers.
The acid-green quill on the ground flew into his hand, and he calmly broke it in half with a satisfying snap, dropping the pieces back onto the ground.
"Let's go," Percy told them all quietly, and slowly, he, Fleur, a wide-eyed Gabby, and their closest friends walked away from the scene, towards the stands.
"Percy!" a familiar, cheerful voice suddenly called out. Percy stopped and immediately, a huge, genuine smile broke out on his face.
The small entourage of friends around them broke off as a woman with striking silver eyes came plowing through the crowd towards them, a determined look on her face.
"Hecate!" Percy cried out, relieved and happy, as he grabbed the approaching goddess in a big, tight hug. "Oh, I'm so glad to see you! What are you doing here?"
"You think I'd miss seeing you kick ass in a magical tournament? Not a chance, kiddo!" Hecate cheered, hugging him back fiercely before turning her attention to Fleur, her silver eyes sparkling with curiosity.
"And this must be the pretty little bird you were telling me all about in your letters."
"Hecate, be nice," Percy warned, already seeing the mischievous glint in his aunt's eyes.
"Oh, hush, you," Hecate rolled her eyes before turning her full, charming smile on Fleur, who looked a little nervous to be meeting the legendary, all-powerful aunt she'd heard so much about. "Hello, my dear. My name is Hecate. I'm Percy's favorite aunt."
"It is an 'onor to meet you, Madam 'Ecate. I am Fleur, Fleur Delacour," Fleur introduced herself politely, offering a small, respectful curtsy.
"Right, lovely to meet you," Hecate smiled back, her eyes twinkling. "So, tell me, Fleur. How long have you and my reckless nephew been… you know… doing it?"
Fleur's face turned an immediate, brilliant shade of crimson as she was stunned into complete, shocked silence.
A few of the people around them, who had overheard Hecate's blunt question, started to giggle. Percy cried out, his own face red with embarrassment, "Hecate! Stop it! You can't just ask people that!"
"Fleur, what did she mean by 'doing it'?" little Gabby asked from beside Fleur, her big, innocent blue eyes wide with curiosity.
"Oh, you'll learn all about that when you're much older, my dear," Hecate replied in perfect, flawless French, surprising a few of the nearby students who understood the language.
Percy sighed, burying his face in his hands for a moment. "Sorry, Fleur," he mumbled. "She does this kind of thing all the time. She has no filter."
"Oh, shut up, you," Hecate huffed, waving a dismissive hand at Percy. "I'm sure this lovely young lady can handle it. After all, anyone who can handle you on a daily basis can most certainly handle anything I throw at them."
Percy groaned, feeling his ears burn. "Someone please kill me now."
"Oh, you think I'm causing you heartache, Percy?" Hecate giggled, a wicked look on her face. "Just wait until they get to you."
"What do you mean 'they'?" Percy asked, confused.
"She means us," a familiar, smooth voice called out. The crowd of students parted away, revealing Chanel, the beautiful Veela cheerleader, dressed in a very warm, fashionable-looking fur-lined coat. A small, sad smile was on her face. "Hey, Percy. Long time no-"
"-PERCY!" another voice, much louder and more excited, cried out. Amanda, the head cheerleader, came running past a startled Chanel and threw herself bodily into Percy's arms, forcing him to catch her like a bride to stop them both from falling over. "I missed you so, so much!" she squealed, hugging him tight.
"Amanda, can't you wait for one single second?!" Catherine, another of the cheerleaders, yelled out as she and the others caught up.
"But I missed him!" Amanda pouted, refusing to let go of Percy.
"Yes, well, we all did," Ebele huffed, crossing her arms. "But you don't see the rest of us acting like some horny little-"
"EBELE! There is a child present!" Ula screeched, pointing a horrified finger at little Gabby, who again, was looking very, very confused by all the new, loud people.
"Oh... sorry," Ebele said, a slight blush on her cheeks.
Chanel sighed, shaking her head as she looked at her chaotic friends. "I hate all of you sometimes," she muttered.
Percy just blinked, still holding Amanda, a little overwhelmed. He had honestly, completely forgotten that the Beauxbatons cheerleaders would probably be here to support Fleur. He felt awful for not thinking of it.
And just then, Rita Skeeter came running past them all again, this time with several more owls, and even a few angry-looking crows, chasing after her, pecking and screeching. "Help me! Get them off me!" she screamed, her hair a complete mess.
Everyone watched her run frantically into the stands, only for the flock of angry birds to follow her right in anyway, causing chaos. "Huh," Hecate said thoughtfully, watching the scene with satisfaction.
"Guess you used the bird one after all." She then groaned dramatically. "I still think you should have used the reversed entrail curse. Much more creative."
Later, as they were all walking back towards Hogwarts castle, Chanel fell into step beside Fleur. "So, you did it then," Chanel said quietly, looking over at Percy, who was now surrounded by the other Veela cheerleaders, all talking at once, while Hecate walked with Fleur's friends and a still-confused Gabby in tow. "You took my advice."
"Yes, I did," Fleur nodded, her expression serious. "Do you wish I 'adn't?"
"No... no," Chanel said, though her eyes were still fixed on Percy with a sad, wistful look. "I'm just… happy he found someone who makes him happy."
Fleur snorted softly. "Zat is a lie if I 'ave ever 'eard one, Chanel."
"What do you mean?" Chanel asked, her gaze snapping back to Fleur.
"I know you. You are a Veela, like me. We do not feel 'appy when t'e person we love is with zomeone else," Fleur replied, her voice low but certain. "So why… why did you 'elp me? If it was me, in your position, I never would 'ave done what you did."
Chanel nodded, a sad smile touching her lips. "Yes… well, I am not you. Do you want me to take it back? To try and win him back from you?" she challenged softly.
"No, never," Fleur replied quickly, her voice firm.
"Good. Not like I could, anyway," Chanel said with a sigh, looking at Percy again. "He seems to be very happy with you."
"Yes, he is," Fleur nodded, a small, proud smile on her face. "How long are you all 'ere for?"
"So eager to send me off already?" Chanel teased gently.
"No," Fleur chuckled, a real, warm sound. "Not at all. Perzy may not show it much, but he misses you all. You were his first real friends here, you know."
"Does he… does he talk a lot about us?" Chanel asked, her voice a little hopeful.
"No, he tries not to," Fleur sighed, pulling Percy's cloak tighter around her shoulders. "He thinks I do not like it when he does, becauze… you know."
"Because we had sex with him?" Chanel chuckled when she saw Fleur blush. "Well, don't worry about zat. I am sure by now he will 'ave forgotten all about us, after 'e 'as been with you."
"Well... yes..." Fleur looked away, a little bit of shyness seeping into her voice now. "About zat…"
Chanel stopped walking, her eyes widening in surprise. "Wait... Fleur… you have had sex with him by now… right?" she asked, her voice a hushed whisper.
"No," came the almost immediate, quiet response. "Eet's not zat I don't want to, I do! Very much! Eet's just… I want it to be special. Not just… a quick thing."
Chanel snorted, shaking her head. "Believe me, Fleur, with that man, it will be special, no matter what. But," she leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "take my advice. Bring an ice pack, for your hips. Percy tends to forget his own demigod strength when he gets really, really into it. Oh, and eat plenty of food beforehand. You will need the stamina. The first time for us, there were five of us, and we still couldn't completely tire him out." Chanel shivered a little at the memory. "The guy's a monster in bed. A wonderful, amazing monster."
Fleur's face turned redder and redder as she listened, her eyes wide. "I… I see… Got any other… tips?" she squeaked out.
Chanel smiled, a knowing, wicked little smile. "Yes. Make sure your bra and panties match. He notices little details like that. Oh, and for the love of all that is holy, bring condoms. Believe me, the last thing you need is a baby on the way. And you already know how Percy reacts to even the idea of a pregnancy scare." Chanel laughed out loud at Fleur's completely beet-red face, causing the normally so-composed French Veela to lower her head in total, mortified shame.
"WEEE!" a loud, happy child's voice cried out from above, cutting through their conversation.
Both Veelas looked up at the sky and saw a tiny little girl, Gabby, clinging happily onto the thick mane of a majestic black Pegasus as it flew joyful loops through the air with her on his back, her laughter echoing down to them.
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