BY fates design

Father

"Soooo, are we going to be back in it soon?" Sirius wiggled his brows as he pointed between himself and James. Jake nodded his head. "Yeah, I think, just be patient."

After their trip to Diagon Alley, Cassiopeia took them back home for dinner. The next few days were spent introducing them to as much magic as possible, answering every question, which was a lot, and showing off hundreds of spells.

By the time Yule eve was upon them, the demigods, and Sally, were well adjusted to the magical world and no longer screaming every time a house elf appeared by them. Sirius, Kira, Eleana, Jake, Alex, James and the crown court were also coming to join them that morning.

"Oh look, there you go! You'll be in it real soon then." Eleana smiled happily at her uncle.

"So James is your father, the one that was dead, but not dead, for virtually your whole life?" Percy asked as he watched Cassiopeia sketch out another design for a painting. She hummed in acknowledgment, nodding her head before holding up her sketchpad for him to see.

"What do you think?" He stared at the image she had drawn out, it was a sketch of a woman, beautiful and in flowing robes, her hair was down in waves and a flower was clasped between her fingers as she rose them to the sky.

"Your talents will never seize to amaze me, my star." Percy muttered into Cassiopeia's hair, wrapping his arms tight around her waist and shoulder.

"It's beautiful." Percy muttered, refraining from reaching out to touch the art. He had learned in his time with Cassiopeia and her art that she didn't really like others touching her work.

"Thank you," she whispered, turning the book back to herself, "it's Helen of Sparta." She didn't speak much after that, immersed in trying to copy the sketch onto the canvas she had prepared for it.

Percy didn't mind this, he was more than aware that he was under no obligation to stay there, he had free reign of the palace like everyone that was there, he just liked to stay close to her. Call it paranoia but since the summer he has been far too concerned about having her out of his sight, scared she might get hurt.

Despite himself, James found himself liking the demigod boy. He looked out for his daughter where he failed to, cared about her and kept her company. He was a good kid.

He watched her as the sun highlighted her face, breathing warmth into her otherwise cold, aristocratic features. His body lurched forward when she suddenly went limp, her eyes clouding over with a purple mist, her head lolling to the side. Panic surged in his chest as he tried to think of what was wrong, until it dawned on him. What she had told him in the tunnel of love.

Her visions, she was just having a vision. He tried to assure himself but the concern didn't ease until the enchanting blue of her eyes was clear again. It took a second for her to orientate herself, leaning on his shoulder until her head cleared.

A wave of sympathy washed through Pandora, she too knew the turmoil of visions, the feeling of fear and nothingness all at once that left you weightless in your own mind. It was an ability she often found herself wishing she didn't pass onto any children she may have but after meeting Luna all she could feel was guilt for passing on such a curse.

"Are you ok? What did you see?" Percy asked quietly as he followed her back to her seat. She smiled at him once she was sat again, thankful for his help.

"I'm fine. I'm not entirely sure what I saw." Her eyebrows turned down with confusion as she recalled the images that had flooded her head. It seemed like forever since she last had a vision, it wasn't a feeling that she missed.

Percy didn't press further, instead sitting back down, though he did pull his chair just a little bit closer to hers.

Cassiopeia jumped when the wards sent a wash of magic through her, a feeling like being submerged in ice water, to alert her that the floo had been used. "They're here." She said standing up. She brushed down the creases of her skirt and looked to Percy, waiting for him before they both left to the living room.