My Amnesic Boyfriend Slams Into Me While Saying Hallelujah
“Let’s begin,” the old man whom I now knew as Dumbledore said gravely. I raised my eyebrows. “Begin what? Begin flying? Begin doing random jumping jacks? Begin writing big red check marks on people’s foreheads? Be specific!”
I heard the gangly boy with red hair mutter to the boy in glasses, “I like ‘em feisty!”
I glared at him and put my fists up, feeling satisfied when he held up is hands in surrender.
Dumbledore didn’t seem to be aware of what just happened. “I don’t expect any of you to remember what I said tonight, so I will dismiss you with a couple of words that will keep you awake for many nights.”
All the demigods looked at him skeptically. I think I was the only one who was feeling clammy.
Dumbledore continued. “Voldemort and Apophis are being recruited by Porphyrion and his giants.”
He waited for a reaction. Travis muttered, “Cricket, cricket.”
Thalia silently stepped on his foot.
“That really hurt, Thalia, you shouldn’t do that, bad girl, very bad girl.”
Thalia punched him in the nose, and it started bleeding. Everyone took one step away from Travis: “Ketchup’s coming from my nose! Noooo!”
Dumbledore frowned. “Very well. I can see that you are not awake, so I will continue this in the morning. Meet me in my office at 10:00 a.m.”
Slowly, that absent-minded boy who changed Jason into a matchbox raised his hand and squeaked, “What about me?”
This time, McGonagall answered. “You will come to my class, and work on turning goblets into matchboxes. I will make sure to bring some protective gear.”
Dumbledore nodded at her. “I’m sure the knight in front of my office will do… Anyone care for a lemon drop? They help you sleep.”
Travis covered his mouth, but I heard him whisper, “Awkward silence.”
We stood looking at Dumbledore apprehensively. Suddenly, we heard the sound of glass cracking open. Someone screamed like a girl, and it seemed like an old lady was singing the Hallelujah Chorus.
I was knocked flat on the floor. Then, I looked up. “Percy?”
