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Fandoms: Harry Potter & Percy Jackson Authors Note: First fanfic ever!!! Kinda scared, but mostly excited, Happy reading! Warning(s): Bad eating habits. Word Count: 0.9k Divider: @g0ds-f4v-svp3rn0v4

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I find it kind of funny that I’m able to get up early on the weekend, but not during the week. It’s an issue honestly, I’m almost always late whenever I have to go to school, but whenever it’s not, I can get up without hassle.

It’s probably tied to the fact that I’m not rushing to go anywhere either. Because right now, there isn’t much of a point for me to get up early other than to let Wendell out for her morning flight. I could easily just open my bedroom window and go back to sleep, but I don’t.

Instead I make my way up to the roof of the house and watch Wendell and the sunrise.

It’s probably the peace I find here. So disconnected from the world, just in my own bubble, just enjoying how the sky changes colors.

Up here I’m no one.

I don’t have to go to school. I don’t need to eat. I don’t need to sleep.

I am nothing here.

I am everything here.

Here I am the never ending snow. The perpetually cold breeze. The snowflakes that like to fall every once in a while.

I just exist here.

Nothing really matters here.

And I love it that way.

Sometimes I wonder what it’s like to fly. Wendell seems to like it. She goes high, she dives, she spins and twirls and does just about any trick you can do when you fly. It’s mesmerizing really. She looks so free up there. Seeing her likes this makes me appreciate the fact that she chooses to stay with me.

I don’t keep her in a cage, I couldn’t stomach it. She’s free to go wherever she wants really. She could just fly off into the sunset right now, never to return.

And I wouldn’t stop her.

But she doesn’t.

I’ll never fully know, why she doesn’t. But my guess is that she likes me enough to stay, or more realistically what I can give her. I appreciate it regardless.

My rare moment of peace is interrupted by my father. As usual.

He’s learned not to go looking for me in my room anymore, but just to come here instead.

He nearly had a heart attack the first time he found me up here, and it wasn’t the fact that I was up here, but more the fact that the railing was hanging on for dear life. After he’d gotten it fixed he had no issue with me being up here. As long as I bundled up a little.

He’s here with breakfast. As usual.

It’s waffles in the shape of a spider web today.

Usually, I’d dig right in, but I wasn’t really in the mood for food. Especially since he was just going to bring up Hogwarts again.

‘It’s for your own good Y/n!’ Yeah right.

‘You’ll understand when you’re older!’ Why can’t I understand now?

‘It’s the best wizarding school!’ Blah, blah, blah. I’d heard just about every stupid argument he could come up with to try and convince me that this was the best thing that could happen to me. I’m sick of them. Every last one of them.

He took a seat next to me, his legs dangling over the ledge. “Not hungry?” I could see him looking at me from the corner of my eye.

“Nope.” I said, not turning to face him.

He sighed. He’s going to bring up Hogwarts now. He’s so predictable.

“It really is—” I cut him off, “What’s best for me, right?” I looked him in the eyes now.

“I’ll understand when I’m older? It’s the best wizarding school on the planet, nay, the whole universe, right?” I didn’t need to be mean about it, but damn I’m really tired of this argument. “I couldn’t possibly comprehend why this, really important decision, needs to be made without any of my input, right? Because it doesn’t matter if it’s going to affect my life, right? You just know better, so I just have to shut up and listen, right?” I made him uncomfortable with that last line. He couldn’t stand to look at me anymore. He looked a little pathetic to be honest. It made my heart feel heavy. I don’t want to hurt him or make him uncomfortable, I just need him to understand that I’m not going to Hogwarts.

It didn’t make my heart feel any lighter.

I turned my body away from him then. My eyes were starting to sting. Must have been the frigid air.

I felt him take my free hand into both of his. My eyes started stinging more.

“I know I’m not making any sense right now, and I’m not sure if I ever will.” He was looking at me again. His eyes were stinging too. “I wish you could just trust me on this. I know none of this is fair to you. Not giving you a choice.” He paused to take a breath. Does he finally understand me now? Does he finally get it?

His voice cracked when he said this part, “It just can’t be fair right now…”

I snatched my hand away.

He doesn’t understand. He won’t ever understand. Why doesn’t he understand? Doesn’t he remember? Doesn’t he care? Those thoughts were spinning through my mind on repeat as I made my way back to my room.

My heart felt heavy again, it felt like it was choking me, like something was pressing down on it. It felt a little hard to breathe. My eyes weren’t just stinging now, they were blurry.

I only let my tears fall once I was in my room.

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