 Fortress of Brilliance ღ Mommy Quad SS Momma ღ Rabid Roaster
Artemis felt a weird mixture of relief and confusion when Mr. Chosen told her not to be sorry; he seemed to trust her, as much as a parent could a stranger around their preteen child. The puzzlement came in with the whole 'being able to spend an hour around Legend is proof enough' thing, she couldn't understand why that would be a problem. The boy didn't smell unusually bad, he didn't have a third eyeball or four arms, and he didn't try destroying everything within his path like a wannabe tasmanian devil. But thinking better of it, she let that drop.
It didn't come as any surprise that he knew Mia, too. Legend and Mat were good friends from what she heard. And it also made sense that he knew her mother and Mia were close back then; she didn't know how far their friendship had come, but it was way back there. She remembered Mia when she was only a little girl, and now here she stood at twenty-five-years-old. Talking to a stranger. The father of the boy that had become her little pal. "Oh." She couldn't help it, the word flowed numbly from between her slightly gaped lips again. It was the only thing she could think of to say, still trying to collect her thoughts. Never had Artemis expected, or thought it possible, that she would run into someone who knew her mother that she hadn't known her entire life.
If there was one thing her cousin, Demetria, had tried making her believe was in fate. That everything happened, and played out a certain way for a reason. Artemis never really had, though on several occasions she had told agreed just to get Tria to drop it. If she was destined to grow up without ever hearing from or knowing anything about her real father, then fate was cruel. Why should she believe in it? For a moment Artemis gazed around the crowded pub, taking in details of people and objects here and there until navy blue eyes found their way back to equally blue orbs. "I think you would have," She murmured, thoughtfully. Artemis failed to add that she was a grown adult, despite the fact she didn't look much older than a newly of age witch. Truth was, she hadn't changed much since then either.
"I. . I. . uhm," Artie stuttered, her face dropping as she bowed her head, her feet shuffled nerviously. She hadn't thought of what came after her question, what was she expecting him to say 'oh yeah your dad - blah blah blah'? Of course not! Straightening up, Artemis could feel her cheeks warm, flushed from embarassment that rarely occurred, she looked around for Legend and spotted the blonde spiked hair; the boy was leaning against the table with his head down. She frowned more, if that was possible, and turned back to Al. Artie shrugged, "I wish I knew."
It was a rare occasion Athena came to England, let alone London's very own Diagon Alley. Every now and then it became necessary, though she saw both her daughter and best friend, Amelia, quite often as it was. It was nice to see them at work, and come to them rather than the other way around.
The blue moon must be around the corner, because in through the Leaky Cauldron door walked Mrs. Athena Deville, planning to surprise Artemis with a random visit. Her curls stirred around her face, blown by the closing door. She looked around, swiftly making her way through in search of the twenty-five-year-old young woman. "Artie!" Athena called, sure she had just seen her daughter when someone walked past, causing her to lose sight once more. "Artemis Galanis." Shouted the greek woman, wanting to be heard over the sounds of the Pub.
__________________ I always needed time on my own. . . _____________
___________. . .I never thought I'd need you there when I cry ♥
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