Dedicated to Haley Riordan, who wrote the story Son of Magic for his father Rick Riordan to include in the book The Demigod Diaries.
A/N once again, guys, I'm sorry for the wait, but here it is: the next chapter. As I've broken up for Christmas I should soon be updating a bit more regularly, but I've salvaged a story that I abandoned a little while ago, so I'll also be busy with that. (And in case you wanted some random information: a tractor has just driven past.)
(Ok, I have no idea why I wrote that last sentence, I'm definitely going off topic. Let's get on with the chapter.)
We sat on the floor of that classroom for what felt like an age.
"Sherlock?" I asked, to check that my cousin was ok.
"It'll be fine, Hetty." Sherlock said, more to convince himself than me.
"Yeah, it will be." I said, but all of us knew that I doubted the truth in what I was saying.
" 'm hungry." John said, after an hour or so.
"Go and eat then." Sherlock said, stroking Redbeard II.
I glanced at my watch "They should still be serving dinner."
John stood up, before turning to us. "Aren't you two coming?"
"No." I said, disappearing into my memory palace, already through the door of my childhood home.
"Eating slows me down." Sherlock said.
John took one last look at us, but left.
I took a right when I had walked up the stairs, and walked into my old room. I had changed into a dark grey, long- sleeved shirt, and trousers that were also grey. Green symbols were scribbled over both garments. I had to have those symbols to do the spell that I needed. I then left the room, past spells: wand on my left and opened the door on my right, spells: ancient. I ran my fingers over the labels on the filling cabinets - mistforms, incantare, magia occultandi....
'Magia occultandi. The enchantment of hiding.' That was what I needed.
I painted the green symbol on the wall of the hallway and muttered the Latin. A new symbol flickered into life on my right arm, almost hidden among the vine- like tendrils, which moved to incorporate it.
I then walked downstairs to the map room, where I watched the little green symbol that represented my father make its way up the country. He was about level with York.
It was a while before I surfaced from my mind palace.
I opened my eyes to find that John had returned from supper, and was kissing Sherlock.
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