Daughter of Hestia

1. New York, New York

Dad: Fay, are you ready? The cab is waiting!
Me: Coming!
It was the first day of the holiday and we were finally on our way to New York, the place I've always wanted to go. Unfortunately, my dad is a business man and has a busy schedule. And it doesn't help at all that he is a Muggle, not that Muggles are bad. It's just that I don't have much time in a year with my dad, but we send letters to each other every week to keep up.
So when last week there came a second letter, I was very excited. It could only mean two things: he had good news or very good news!
In the letter stood that we were finally going to New York, I was so exited I almost screeched like a pterodactyl.

I rushed to my closet to pack the last clothes: some jackets, a few skirts and tops and, of course, my favourite dresses.
I neatly stuffed them in my case and tried to close it, but it was to full. It had to fit! I pushed and pushed, but it didn't fit.
Me: Then there is only one thing to do.
And I sat down on my case.
Click!
I grabbed the handle and ran out of my room.
I was halfway the stairs as I remembered I forgot something: my broom!
I went up again and grabbed the guitar bag in which my broom sat. And I went downstairs, again. My father was standing in the doorway, waiting for me. It was so nice to see his slender body not being packed in a suit, but in a woollen sweater and jeans. His brown hair was just combed, but still fuzzy, instead of all neat and combed to the back. His green eyes sparked up as he saw me.
Dad: Finally.
He said it with a grin.

When we were in the cab on our way to the airport, I was thinking about my friends from Hogwarts. I had no idea how Cas and Emma were doing or what they were doing.
I just hope they are having fun and are not getting in any trouble.

On the airport everything went fine, at least they didn't notice my broom, wand or spell book, which in my case helps a lot. Saves some weird looks and explanations.
The flight was not that bad either, however, I prefer flying with a broom. I had to go twice to the toilets. My dad told me just to think about something else than flying. So in thought about the first time I met Cas.

I was sitting in the Hogwarts Express, reading a book, when someone knocked on the door.
Me: Come in!
Cas: Can I sit with you?
Me: Of course.
He told me once that he didn't understand what kind of book I was reading. He had seen on the front of the book "Fairytales", but on the inside of the book he saw pictures of robots and iron salt and pepper cans with whisks and a plumber. I had told him that it was a Muggle book.
At that time he was small and had a baby face. His platinum blonde hair was messy and short and his ice blue eyes were always cheerful. Now, four years later, he had grown to be a feet taller than I am, around 1,80 meters, and more mature.
Emma had joined our cabin in the train not that much later. She was also small at that time, but had black curls, big green eyes and a caramel coloured skin. Nowadays, her hair is wavy and her skin is much paler. She is still small, around 1,55 meters.
Back then, my hair and eyes were brown and I was, guess what, small. Now I'm around 1,67 meters and my hair has gotten red/orange, naturally. And I could swear my eyes are more orange, too.

The flight was over in a blink and we took a cab to the hotel, at least that was the plan. We were dropped off at a park.
So, we decided to walk to the hotel from there.

Me: Are we going in the right way?
Dad: Yeah, I'm sure we are, the hotel is that way.
But we were lost, as far as I know my father he can't read maps. And since New York is a big city with lots of streets, we didn't stand a chance at finding the way by ourselves.
Me: I guess we should ask somebody to give us the right way to the hotel.
My dad nodded. I saw a boy with black/dark brown hair and a girl with her blonde hair in a ponytail. He was a bit taller than her. The first thing I noticed were his sea-green eyes and her grey eyes. They were walking hand in hand by the fountain. I walked towards them.
Me: Excuse me, do you know how we can get to our hotel?
I let them see a folder of our hotel.
The boy: Yes, uh do you see that red flag by the shop? I nodded. You take that road until you have a supermarket on you left. Then you go to the right, go straight and then you have it on your left.
So, my dad and I walked to the hotel when he was being called.
Dad: Hey Karl. .... No......I can't go. I'm on a holiday..... Well if you say so..... Yeah. See you tomorrow then.
Me: Who was that?
Dad: It was Karl. My boss. He said I'm needed in Paris. Tomorrow.
Me: And you?
Dad: I need to go there, Fay. I'm sorry. But you have your broom, don't you? So you can fly back home if you want to?
Me: *Sigh*, yes.
I didn't want him to leave. We were on a holiday. Together. This would have been our first holiday in six years, and now his blasted job had to ruin it. Sometimes my life is just unfair, why couldn't he just be a normal dad?