Mistakes Aren't Always A Bad Thing Chapter 2Nico di Angelo didn’t know what to do when he was told that Hazel was his sister. “I’m pretty sure Bianca,” no one commented on the slight pause at her name. “Would’ve told me if our mother,” another pause. “had another child.”More Like This
Everybody laughed a little until they remembered that he might know about half-bloods, but that didn’t mean that he knew about his heritage. “Uh, Nico, she’s your father’s daughter,” Percy explained awkwardly, remembering how upset Nico had gotten when he first learned about himself.
“Oh,” he muttered embarrassedly. “Who’s my father then?”
“Um, well, Hazel is a child of Pluto, your dad’s roman form, and you’re the child of his Greek version-“
“Hades, I know,” he finished bitterly, reminding everyone of the Nico they all knew and feared. Hazel laid a hand on his shoulder comfortingly, but Nico shrugged it off and he
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A pair of eyes peered out from underneath a mess of black hair and Martha had to repeat herself.
"You can't buy tarot cards," she said again. "Not unless you have a parent or guardian with you." The boy's obsidian eyes flickered and Martha wondered how old he was. Fourteen? Fifteen? Not stupid enough to try something untoward with a pack of cards, but, "it's company policy, I'm afraid."
"Okay," he said, and turned to look at the rest of the shop. It was more of a kiosk really, and Martha only worked there three days a week while her youngest daughter was in school and she finished her degree, but Martha was sure that this boy was the most 'graveyard' of all the teens who came to hang around Edinburgh's infamous actual graveyards. The kirkyard was another tourist attraction, hence the kiosk - a few famous Scots had been buried there, and of course there was the Greyfriars Bobby story for the kiddies - but mostly it attracted weirdoes who were int