This Persephone, Ianthe and Macaria belong to me. Anyone who uses them without my permission gets trampled by a Titan.

Anyone/anything else belongs to Disney.

20 Days

11

"...Persephone...isn't this...the same thing that he gave you yesterd-"

"Of course not. Now go give this to him."

"...right. Okay."

"And remember to give him the scroll, too."

"Okey dokey."

"If yesterday you couldn't go on my desk, then what makes you think that today you can?"

Macaria gave him a look. "I'm not stupid. I know I'm not supposed to."

Hades glared at her, and stood up. He was, even when she was on the desk, taller then her. "Then why the hell are you on it?"

She smirked impishly. "I like annoying you."

Hades flared up.

Macaria rolled her eyes and slid off the side of his desk, folding her arms when she hit floor.

"Brat," Hades muttered, shoving papers into a pile that had been disturbed by Macaria.

"That's very nice of you," she said sarcastically, moving to lean against the wall.

"Whatever."

She was silent for a moment (something rare for both of them) and then she spoke, casually, "So. Am I eligible for a raise yet?"

Teenagers.

"Oh, please," hades sneered, turning in his desk chair and setting his pen down, "Give me a break."

Macaria flared and scowled. "And why not?"

Hades glared at her, raising an eyebrow. "If I enlighten you, it'd take all day."

"Oh, come on..."

He smirked dryly at her. "Tough luck, huh?"

Macaria fumed. "Shut up." She stormed out of the room, pushing past an oncoming nymph.

"Ciao, purple girl," Hades said, folding his hands.

One of Ianthe's hands was in a fist, and she walked into the room without hesitation, a leap from the days before... "Here. Be ready to catch them if they fall."

Hades raised an eyebrow. Ianthe opened her hand and spilled out the contents on his desk.

Hades stared, then narrowed his eyes and smirked teasingly to himself.

"So, lemme get this straight. I tell her not to copy me. Twice. I send her 12 lil' gems as a present...she sends me 11 little gems back...and not only that...it's the exact same gems with one missing. Is that right?"

He moved a pair of green gems around absentmindedly with his finger.

Ianthe hid a smile, then handed him the scroll.

Copying, me?

Never.

Happy 11th day mark.

"Oh, she's hilarious," he said dryly, smirking to himself despite his words.

"She'd better not copy me tommorow," he mused after a second, then turned to the nymph. "Purple girl. You can shoo now. Toodles."

Ianthe grinned, nodded, and turned and left.