Her grin broaded when he seemed unphased by her joke. She certainly hoped he wasn't becoming immune to her teasing. That would make their relationship far less fun. "I know you would do everything in your power to make sure you didn't hurt me. I don't question that."

"I mean what I said, Percy," Annabeth started slowly, shifting forwards in her seat to peer at him. She could see what she said had bothered him. Maybe she shouldn't have mentioned it. Like she feared, he was going to worry over things he couldn't change. "My mind is not going to be changed over something I've experienced nearly as long as I can remember. I wasn't even two when my first brother went to Hogwarts. You on the other hand, you grew up knowing your place in the world you wanted to be in. I grew up hoping I would be like my siblings. Magical, special. Able to summon light at the flick of a little wooden stick."

"But I wasn't. And that world actively rejects me. But you've always been accepted here. I've lived through almost fifteen years of this. You've seen two months of this, and you are getting a taste of what you are are going to get well for the rest of your life. I just want to make sure you know what you are going to get into. That it isn't changing your mind. If you aren't a hundred percent sure that this life won't chip away at you slowly, then call it off Percy. I like you but I will not be the shackles to a life that makes you miserable. I just want you to have that knowledge."