♆Hocus Pocus[Percico]♆

The Time I Lost My Top Hat

Perseus placed his old antique softly onto the bed, he was supposed to be practicing and reciting for his next show but, he couldn't really be bothered right now.

Grover had gone out and gotten some lunch and was now eating it in the room, Perseus could hear him crunching on his food nercously, the poor guy was still shaken up about the elevator ride, swearing to always use the stairs now, Perseus just went along with it, not bothering to convince him otherwise. Though give it a week and one of them will fall down the stairs.

When looking at the old hat, one would probably not realise its worth, or its value to its owner, Perseus cared for the old top hat as if it her his own child, in some cases, many would say it probably was the only 'child' he would ever get.

Perseus sighed at the 180 year old hat, wanting to explain the past events to it but having Grover in the next room it didn't seem like a great idea, he didn't need his best friend thinking he'd lost his marbles any more than he already did.

Instead Perseus placed the hat on top of his inky black hair and decided to go for a walk, it would be nice to explore the city that Perseus hadn't seen in a while, so he told Grover he was going out and for his safety, and to keep Grovers marbles in tact, Perseus took the stairs on the way down.

"Good day sir." An old man lifted his own fedora to greet Perseus, whom did the same when walking out of the hotel. The pair exchanged smiles then continued on their way.

The people are so nice around here. Perseus thought with a smile, no wonder Canada is the place to be.

"Percy Jackson!" An unfamiliar voice called out his magicians name, Perseus turned around to be tackled by at least a dozen children, though it didn't bother him, his hat was still safe and the kids were having fun, so Perseus laughed along with them.

"Can you tell us a story? We love your stories!" One of the kids batted their pretty eyes at him, Perseus smiled at the young girl, her flashing green eyes pleaded at his own sea green ones, he could never say no to telling one of his own folk tale, sure it was fun telling stories, but it was even better when they were your own. That was another thing Perseus loved about being moderately famous, because he wasn't just famous for being a magician.

They all pulled Perseus onto a bench, then proceeded to sit down all around him, on the grass or above him in the tree, Perseus himself took off his hat and placed it on his lap, patting it gently as if to calm it down after all the rush.

"To know how I lost this special hat, you first need to know how it managed to come into my possession." Perseus began in his usual fairy tale voice, he waved his hands around when needed and spoke loudly or softly for emphasis. "My father left this for me before he left, it's all I have left to remind me of him."

"Where's your dad now?" The same green eyed girl asked, glancing up from her half made daisy chain.

"I wouldn't have a clue." Perseus replied softly, patting the young girls ginger hair. "Now where was I? Oh yes! After that this hat was my dear beloved, I named him BlackJack after one of my favourite race horses..."

Now the day I lost this special hat began like any ordinary one, I woke up, got dressed, had breakfast and brushed my teeth before heading out for a short walk. Which wasn't unusual for me as I loved to go out and enjoy the scenery of my home town.

However just as I had reached the park at the end of my street, I noticed something off about the entire situation, I was missing something extremely important! I felt as if I was almost naked without my tall black hat sitting on my head, you know how in those movies when they forget their pants on the way to work, that's what I felt like.

I then had to make a decision, will I continue my short walk around the block feeling like I've lost my undies, or do I make a beeline to my house and fetch my hat?

The answer was an obvious one of course, nobody likes to walk around the park naked! So I quickly ran back to my house only to be greeted by a giant black dog sitting on my porch, I nearly screamed when she began to bark at me, though I do vaguely remember almost peeing my pants!

But you needn't fear, for I soon realised that this dog was trying to tell me something! She told me that my hat was no longer inside my house, that someone had come and taken it!! Least to say I was shocked, and very annoyed for my hat had been stolen!

I thanked her for telling me this, and asked if she wanted to help me find my hat, which she kindly agreed to, after telling me her name was Mrs O'Leary, which in my opinion is a beautiful name for such a kind dog.

We started by searching the park, but sadly there was no sign of anyone who had stolen a tall black hat named Blackjack. We then looked by the train station and the shopping malls and the bus stops and by the time evening had struck we had most likely searched all of New York but had no luck in finding such a hat.

Mrs O'Leary comforted me as I sat in my special chair, my coat was hung up in the next room and I was yet to take off my shoes, but I didn't bother, because I was so upset that we hadn't found my hat. It was such a special piece of my appearance and it held so much value, because it was all I had left of my dads.

Then Mrs O'Leary came up with an idea.

-To be continued-