𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃-𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒; 𝐇𝐏 𝐱 𝐏𝐉𝐎

𝟎𝟎𝟑; ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀs ғʀᴏᴍ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ

─── THE ESCAPE OF THE BRAZILIAN BOA CONSTRICTOR EARNED HYACINTH HER LINGEST PUNISHMENT EVER.

"I will show them the meaning of punishment! Those sick mortal!" Amphrite spats with disgust.

"I am with you!" Triton and Percy shouts out loud.

By the time she was allowed out of her cupboard again, the summer holidays had started and Dudley had
already broken his new cine-camera, crashed his remote control aeroplane and, first time on his racing bike, knocked down old Mrs Figg as she crossed Privet Drive on her crutches.

Hyacinth was glad school was over, but there was no escaping Dudley's gang, who visited the house every single day. Piers, Dennis, Malcolm and Gordon were all big and stupid, but as
Dudley was the biggest and stupidest of the lot, he was the leader. The rest of them were all quite happy to join in Dudley's favourite sport: Hyacinth-hunting.

"How dare those filth." Zephyrus scoffed angrily, clenching his hand tightly.

"I will do the pleasure to hunt them, myself." Artemis smiles scarily.

This was why Hyacinth spent as much time as possible out of the house, wandering around and thinking about the end of the holidays, where she could see a tiny ray of hope.

When September came she would be going off to secondary school and, for the first time in her life, she wouldn't be with Dudley. Dudley had a place at
Uncle Vernon's old school, Smeltings. Piers Polkiss was going there, too.

Hyacinth, on the other hand, was going to Stonewall High, the local comprehensive. Dudley thought this was very funny. "They stuff people's heads down the toilet first day at
Stonewall," he told Hyacinth. "Want to come upstairs and practise?"

"Hmfp, sorry Lily but your nephew is very ugg, very disgusting." Marlene sighs annoyed.

"I know, even I am disgust." Lily sighs shaking her head in disbelief.

"No thanks," said Hyacinth. "The
poor toilet's never had anything as horrible as your head down it might be sick." Then she ran giggling, before Dudley could work out
what she'd said.

James chuckles, "That's my princess!"

One day in July, Aunt Petunia took Dudley to London probably. Dudley and Uncle Vernon came in, both with wrinkled noses because of the smell from Hyacinth's new uniform. Uncle Vernon opened his newspaper as usual and Dudley banged his Smeltings stick, which he carried everywhere, on the table.

They heard the click of the letter-box and flop of letters on the doormat. "Get the post, Dudley," said Uncle Vernon from behind his paper. "Make Hyacinth get it."

"Get the post, Hyacinth."

"I am still scared to look at my
mother in the eyes and he- is
literraly commanding them!" Evan Rosier murmured.

"Make Dudley get it."

"Poke her with your smeltings stick, Dudley." Hyacinth dodged the Smeltings stick and went to get the post. Three things lay on the doormat: a postcard from Uncle Vernon's
sister Marge, who was holidaying on the Isle of Wight, a brown envelope that looked like a bill and- a letter for Hyacinth.

"Mortal are really stupid little
things." Orpheus, son of Apollo
muttered coldly.

"I am killing him." Astro growls.