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Harriet Black stared at menu, hard. What should she pick? Even though they were all ridiculously cheap, she could tell that they were not good quality at all. The restaurant was packed and buzzing with shouts. It also has a really weird name, she thought. What kind of name is 'McDonalds'?

"You're going burn a hole in the menu," remarked Sally bemusedly.

Harriet then looked at her granddaughter stonily. "Did we honestly have to come here ?"

"You'll love it," answered Sally, dismissing her grandmother's complaints. She then added brightly, " Besides, it's what people eat nowadays."

"Right, I see," snorted Harriet. "We could've just picked a proper and less-packed restaurant."

Sally ignored her grandmother and ordered for her and herself. When it had come, they both took up a table.

"So, why did come now?" Sally asked as she looked at her grandmother. Her black hair, still riddled with white, looked radiant as ever. The green eyes that Sally shared with her grandmother, still looked hauntingly beautiful. She looks the same as ever thought Sally.

"Because I felt like it," answered Harriet, before she took a bite of her burger. Her eyes widened in surprise as she chewed on the burger. "Merlin, this is amazing!" she exclaimed. How on earth did never come across this invention, she did not know but she knew that she would be dining in 'McDonalds' more than often. Even if it did have a weird name.

Sally nodded her head. "Well, you always went to classy restaurants, so I thought why not?"

"This surprisingly pretty good," admitted Harriet. "I don't know why I didn't go here before."

Harriet knows it's partially her fault.

Correction: completely her fault.

I've changed a lot she thought. She should've tried adapting to this world more willingly. She didn't always have a preconceived perception of everything. She wasn't always snarky and bad-tempered. Actually, I was always bad-tempered she thought, backtracking, thinking of the times when she blew up people.

"So why did you run away?" asked Harriet as she took a bite. "You never fully explained it in the letter. Was it because of that boy we met in Montauk when we visited your good-for-nothing uncle?"

Sally didn't say anything and simply focused on demolishing her burger.

"So it was because of that boy," murmured Harriet, eyes flashing. "According to my reports, he isn't around."

Sally looked up and focused on her grandmother.

"Well?" inquired Harriet. She was going to get an answer out of her granddaughter no matter what.

"He's lost," said Sally as she looked off into the distant. "He's lost at the sea."

"Right," said Harriet, settling for the rather vague answer. "Very well."

"So why did you really come here?" demanded Sally, redirecting the subject back. She knew her grandmother purposely changed the subject. "Seriously."

Harriet sighed dramatically and placed her jaw in her hand. "Because I felt bored."

Actually, it was because I felt rather lonely and decided I was in need of an adventure

"Right," said Sally, deciding to settle for the obviously fake answer. "I'll accept that for now."

After they had finished, they both walked out.

"Right-o, to your apartment, it is," announced Harriet, who walked through the crowds of New York.

Sally caught up to her grandmother and asked confusedly, " Wait! What do you mean?"

Harriet stopped in her long strides and turned around.

"Your apartment Selene? I'm thinking of staying there for tonight."

Harriet looked around her granddaughter's apartment. It was messy yet homey. There were some cans that laid on the floor along with some toys in the living room. It's a small place she thought.

"Who are you?"

A voice interrupted Harriet from her thoughts. A young boy stood with messy dark hair paired and eyes like the Mediraterean ocean. So this was him, she thought. A trouble-maker according to her reports but a good boy nonetheless

"I'm a new resident here," said Harriet expectantly. She was going to stay in…this dingy apartment, permanently, which Sally didn't know but it would happen regardless. Perhaps she could persuade Sally to move into a place more neat and comfortable.

"No you're not!" the boy exclaimed.

"Yes I am, boy, Harriet explained slowly, hoping he would get it. Sadly, he didn't. Sally wasn't this annoying and neither was she herself. It's been a long time since she was around children.

"Who are you really?" he pestered, eyes flashing.

"I am living here from now for god's sake!" she exasperated loudly, fixing her bemused eyes on the boy. Ah, now she remembered. Yes, maybe that's why she wasn't around children that much; they were annoying and simply immature.

"No you're not!" the boy said stubbornly.

"Yes, I am, young man!"

"No, you're not!"

Sally walked to see her grandmother and son arguing. It was amusing to see her stubborn grandmother and her equally stubborn son argue. Though she should probably stop them before it gets worse and have situations where earthquakes would occur.

"Percy, meet your Great-grandmother."

Percy looked at her shocked with his mouth agape. Sally suddenly had the urge to laugh out loud (her son was so adorable).

"You can't be serious Mom!" spluttered the boy, shocked. "She's evil!"

The insolence of that boy astounded her!

"Mom, that old hag can't be my great-grandmother!" gaped Percy. He personally thought that she was really mean and stuffy.

Harriet looked at the boy in anger. Old hag?! She was NOT old. She may look like that, but that was purely because of her metamorphmagus ability. She hasn't aged since she was 17! But I can't tell him that.

"Old hag?!" she seethed, gritting her teeth.

Sally looked at her son and grandmother and said before the argument could escalate any further. "Percy Jackson, could you please apologise to your great-grandmother."

He looked at his mother shocked. In his mind it was unfair, but on seeing his mother's stubborn look, Percy looked down at his feet and mumbled,"Sorry great-grandmother."

"Don't mumble," Harriet sighed. Merlin, I feel like the Scrooge from that Christmas book.

"I'm sorry Great-grandmother," he whispered with wide eyes.

Harriet had an inkling that he wasn't very sorry but she would let it go.

"I suppose that's better than mumbling." Harriet murmured as she finally took a proper look at the boy, who was her great-grandson. She noted that he looked like his father. But there was something there, she realised. Even with the resemblance, he shared with his father, there was something that reminded her of someone she knew a long time ago.

AN- I have something in mind but I don't whether it could wreck everything apart but I'm just going to go for it.

P.S- there are occasions when my writing sucks