When the moment is just right you see fire in their eyes [Week 1, Saturday post-trial]

[hydrokinetics]

[It's later in the evening when he and Annabeth come back from the lake with Mrs. O'Leary. They'd talked a lot, thought things through and caught up on comparing notes and he genuinely thought he would be okay. He thought it would be better to catch up with people, but then he thinks about two people who also struggled a lot with hard choices in this trial.

Noctis, who chose to interrogate Tiara when no one else wanted to. Harry, who questioned and defied the Sheriff wanting to protect everyone else.

He feels as though those two would be good to talk to, figure out what to do before this happened again. It's only when he's back to the hotel that he knocks on Noctis's door, briefly telling him to come upstairs when he's ready and meet him and Harry in their room. Heading to his room and letting Mrs. O'Leary in, he leaves the door open for Noctis to follow whenever he's ready and isn't at all surprised to find Harry there already.]

So...show of hands. Who thought this totally sucked?

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[expelliarmed]

[ Harry sits on the edge of his bed, hunched forward with his elbows on his knees and looking like he hasn't slept for weeks. When Percy and Noctis enter, he glances up at them with a brief nod, but that's it. He knows they're gathering to talk but he doesn't know what to say yet. They'd spent hours in the town hall figuring out what happened, but it felt like everything had happened so fast. He's only begun to really process it.

And he doesn't want to process it, either. Tiara...

Despite his silence, he'll raise his hand at Percy's words. He'd raise his hand a million times, if he could. He probably couldn't feel worse about how things had gone.

And it's only week one. ]