of half-bloods and happenings
expectations
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"Frederick," Mrs Chase sighed. "You forgot to ask them their names?" Her husband looked to the ground guiltily, and she fixed her gaze on their guests, expectant. The boy with the black hair and green eyes cleared his throat uneasily and stepped forward.
"Er, sorry, Mrs Chase. This is Thalia," he said, gesturing to the girl with the spiked hair and silver chains around her wrists. "And Zoë Nightshade, and…and I'm Percy Jackson."
Mrs Chase's head snapped up slightly at that, her eyes narrowing the tiniest fraction. So…this was Percy Jackson, was it? She's heard so much about him from Annabeth - how much of a Seaweed Brain he was, how well he fought with that sword of his, how much he cared about his friends, et cetera - and Mrs Chase had to say, he lived up to her expectations.
Percy was tall, but not too tall, and his sea green eyes had the same cutting, assessing quality that Annabeth's did, though on a far gentler scale, and much more prone, Mrs Chase thought, to smiling, judging by the crinkles at the corners of them. The look on his face, however, was far from happy, and she listened with increasing dread as he and his friends recounted the past few days.
Mrs Chase pursed her lips. It had taken her a long time to come round, that was for sure, but now she loved Annabeth, perhaps not exactly like a daughter, but enough to make the atmosphere a little more comfortable when the both of them were in the same room. Looking over at Frederick, Mrs Chase could see her husband was distraught. She gathered her thoughts.
"All right. Go on up to the study and I'll bring you some food." She turned, but just before leaving, Percy Jackson caught her eye in his defiant green ones. She managed a smile, trying to ignore the deep sadness she saw in his eyes, the horrors faced by a boy far too young. "Nice meeting you, Percy. I've heard a lot about you." Mrs Chase saw a glimmer of shock flit across his face, but before he could respond, she whirled into the kitchen, her thoughts full to brimming of Annabeth, and of the hope that Percy Jackson was all he was cracked up to be, and would be able to save her step-daughter and bring her safely home.
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Author's Note: Another update? What is this lunacy? And yay, another Titan's Curse drabble! When Thalia, Percy and Zoë visit the Chase's home on their way to Mount Tam…and Percy's hesitation before saying his name? That's because he was about to say Bianca instead. *tear* Oh, and I forgot before: HAPPY BIRTHDAY PERCY WOOHOO EIGHTEEN. Two days late, but he'll forgive me…I hope! (: Review, please, and request the next drabble if you want! :D