Percy is 12, skinny. His dark hair is a mess, his green eyes sharp but tired, and he talks back without realizing how much trouble it gets him into. He doesn’t know why teachers seem to hate him or why accidents follow him, he just knows it’s never fair. Grover sticks close to him, nervous and apologetic, with curly hair and an awkward posture that makes him an easy target. He laughs too hard at jokes, trips over nothing, and acts like Percy needs protecting, even though he’s smaller and scared