They eventually ended up upstairs, where people rarely ventured. John sat at a table while Sherlock continued to search. He pulled a book out and flipped it open to look at the pages. Just as he did, light shone through one of the windows and illuminated him. Motes of dust drifted around his soft curls. Sunlight bounced off his high cheekbones and his lips pressed together in concentration. John fidgeted in his seat, his face suddenly hot and itchy.

Percy and a few others have gotten bored. Zeus has stopped his bad habits that normally resulted in wars, Hera is on her best behavior and the wizarding world is at peace once more. The only people that could save Percy from his terrible fit of boredom are the most reliable immortal beings he knows. His sisters, the Fates. Book 3 in my fanfic series. 1st was "Apollo's Hunt" 2nd was "Percy meets the Boy Who Lived" If you intend on commenting, please get more creative than swear words. They're getting old. Cover made by @coffeeadict_chaos

Mr Weasley put down his paper and emblazoned on the front was a picture of a man with wild, matted hair and sunken, sallow skin. 'Who is that man' Castiel asked. 'Sirius Black,' Mr Weasley said grimly. 'The Sirius Black' Castiel said, eyes wide. He leaned closer to the paper. 'He's escaped' 'Yes,' said Mr Weasley, looking extremely grave.