𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐀 𝐕𝐈𝐀𝐌 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓
All that Daphne Anoixi knew, her whole life, was the world of Greek myths. She was born and raised to be a hero, a demigod worthy of a myth of her own. She used to think she was ready for everything, a girl whose...
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"Tonight, the foxes hunt the hounds It's all over now Before it has even begun." Young Volcanoes, Fall Out Boy
THESEUS HATED HIS NAME.
It was not because Theseus itself sounded bad (it did, but that is not the point)-- it was because he despised Greek mythology.
And it caused him to despise his name. Truly horrible beings, the gods and their heroes— why did his family want to name themselves after so many awful people? The problem wasn't mythology itself but all of the eventual "morals" they had.
Amycus. Alecto. Theseus. Hestia. The only currently living Carrow that was an exception to that rule was his cousin, Flora.
It seemed unbelievable to him that there had once existed people who worshiped these cruel gods. Sure, he wasn't the nicest person, but definitely not on their scale. He was minimally respectful, at least.
The Greek mythology Theseus was an absolute arse. Although most people called him a hero, he was more like a villain. In a history of kidnapping women and doing ungodly things to them, and even considering that some were underage, he felt horrified. Most demigods were, in fact, horrifying– they all disgusted him.
Which was why he was so insistent on people calling him Theo. Not Theseus– Theo. Theo was a fine name without any horrific story behind it. He hated any kind of association to those tales– none of it sat right with him, even the people that were somewhat "right".
And it was not just Theseus, the "hero". There were also the actual gods, like Zeus, Poseidon, those fellas, who were too absolutely horrible. How could an entire civilization worship those guys who clearly despised mortals more than they despised themselves?
He couldn't understand the significance of Greek mythology to the wizarding world. Wherever he went, he could see a statue worshiping one of those ancient gods or someone else named after a character from those old bedtime stories.
It was just so stupid.
His friends seemed to think it was stupid, too. Draco always mocked his name, calling him a hero in an acute voice. And then Theo would retort with a comment that isn't very appropriate, and Draco would immediately shut up. Blaise, at least, wouldn't keep up with those annoying comments. Theodore Nott didn't really care, either.
Uncle Amycus always said that there was no point in thinking about those kinds of stuff, not when there were other things out there more important to worry about, like the fast spread of mudbloods in the wizarding world. Now that was a true problem– Theo agreed with that much.
It wasn't like Theo had time to keep thinking about Greek mythology. He was a man of high society and couldn't be bothered by such trivial and ancient things belonging to muggles who had died so long ago. He couldn't stop so low to the point where he was interested in muggle things.
