PJO oneshots/ headcannons

17-- Libraries

Casey sorted out some books on the cart and slid them into the empty slots in the book shelves. One of the covers caught her attention: Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. She resisted an overwhelming urge of the Fangirl-Itis and put the book away, amongst a series of others in the fiction section.

Her mother had been right in forcing Casey to find a part time job in the library.

Mere weeks ago, Casey had detested the idea of working in such a place but now...well, she was already obsessed- not just to the library but to a whole collection of books.

She propped the last of the books into their righteous shelves and rolled the cart back to the front desk, leaving it there, away from everyone else's way.

She was just about to get another stack of books when a little girl walked up to the front desk.

She had to stand on her tippy toes to look over the polished, black wooden table and even then, only her eyes could be seen- wide grey eyes illuminated by long lashes. Her blonde hair curled off a little way past her shoulders in thick locks, just like a princess's. She couldn't have been more than five but in her arms was a big book- one that even Casey wouldn't have dared to read.

"Hello." Casey said politely with a smile, moving behind the counter.

"Hi." The girl chirped. "Could I please return this book?" She slid a large grey book over the surface of the counter. The words Architecture Through The Ages by Bathilda Bagshot was printed in curled writing at the front. (Yes guys, Bathilda Bagshot is writting muggle books now :))

"Sure. Would you like to burrow anything?" Casey took the book and scanned it before putting it into the cart.

"I don't know." The girl said, looking around. "I think I've read all the architecture books I could find."

"You can try something different if you'd like." Casey told her.

The little girl scrunched up her nose. "I don't like other books."

"You might after you've read them." She walked out from behind the counter and held out a hand for the smaller girl to take. "I'll show you a good one if you want."

The girl nodded her head furiously with a wide smile.

Casey led her gently towards one of the towering bookshelves and pulled out a book.

She gave it to the blonde little angel who took it into her hands with a look of glee. "The- The- Phisolophers Tone?"

"The Philosophers Stone." Casey corrected with a small laugh. "It's about wizards and witches."

The girl beamed at her, eyes awake with fascination. "Could I burrow this please?"

"Of course." Casey said. "Do you have a library card?"

The girl nodded and gave Casey a card. "It's my daddy's. But he never come here anymore."

Casey frowned. "Who are you with then?"

"My step mom is outside with my little brothers. They're not my brothers actually. They're my step brothers. My family doesn't really care about me."

"Oh." Casey suddenly felt sorry for this little girl but it was empathy rather than sympathy. "You know, I had a little sister once upon a time. But she-" Casey broke off, unable to continue

The little girl watched her for a while but then she gave her a big hug. "It's okay. I'm sure your sister is in a very happy place."

Casey smiled at her. "What's your name?"