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"And why is that, if you are so confident?" Pierre asked, his tone still skeptical.
"Well, I need my individual professor's permission to take any NEWT test early. I 'ave everyone's permission now, except for my Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, a man named Moody."
The man's eyes widened again, this time with a flicker of recognition. "Mad-Eye Moody is your professor? That is... well, I suppose he was always a man who erred on the side of extreme caution. So, tell me then... Percy, was it?" Percy nodded. "Tell me, young man, what exactly are you planning to do with your life once you finally graduate from school?"
Percy shrugged for a third time. "Well, to be perfectly honest, Monsieur, I did not really 'ave much of a plan before. I was mostly just focused on staying alive for the majority of my life, you see. But," he glanced over at Fleur, who was now grinning like a Cheshire cat, "after I met your amazing daughter, I figured it was probably time I actually 'ad some kind of plan in mind for the future. So, I plan on getting my Potions Mastery, and then, hopefully, joining Beauxbatons Academy as their new Potions professor."
The older Frenchman raised a single, skeptical eyebrow. "Oh, is that so? I see... Although, I must say, I very much doubt that Headmistress Maxime would allow such an... inexperienced young British man to teach her precious students."
Fleur sighed, looking exasperated. "Papa, please-"
"-Actually," Percy replied calmly, a triumphant little smile playing on his lips, "I 'ave already spoken to Madam Maxime about it. And she is fully on board with the idea, sir. So, it is all good."
"Percy! When did you speak to ze Headmistress about zis?" Fleur asked, her eyes blinking in surprise. She had not known about that.
Percy turned to her, his smile softening. "I wanted to keep it a little surprise for you, Tweety. I did not want you to worry about it if she said no."
"Well then," Apolline Delacour, Fleur's mother, suddenly spoke up, her voice smooth and elegant. Her eyes, however, held a thinly veiled glare which she leveled directly at her husband.
"If we are all quite done with this rather impromptu penis-measuring contest, perhaps it is time we actually spoke a little more about you, Percy. Unless, my dear Pierre, you wish to interrogate the poor boy some more?"
Pierre blushed slightly and coughed awkwardly into his hand. "No, no. Whatever you say, my dear."
"Good," Apolline said, her smile becoming much more genuine as she turned her full attention to Percy. "Now, Percy, tell me. I have heard a great deal from my daughter about you. Is it true, for example, that you actually found a way to magically block the veela allure?"
Percy nodded. "Yes, Madame Delacour, I did. I-"
"Perseus."
The name, spoken in a chorus of three ancient, raspy voices, sent an icy shiver right down Percy's spine and seemed to knock all the air out of his lungs.
The demigod paused mid-sentence, his eyes widening in sudden, dawning horror as he recognized those voices. He knew them.
"Percy?" Fleur asked, her brow furrowing with concern. "Are you okay? You seem... distracted all of a sudden."
"Perseus Jackson," the same three voices called out again, louder this time, more insistent. Slowly, the French family, the demigod, and the goddess all turned to look.
Standing a few feet away were three very old women, all looking exactly identical. They wore matching, simple grey robes, and their grey eyes seemed to have seen eternity itself unfold.
They looked ancient and powerful.
"No," Percy whispered, his face going deathly pale. His eyes were wide with a terror that Fleur had never seen in him before.
"What are you three doing here?" Hecate asked, her voice suddenly devoid of all its earlier playfulness. The goddess was hiding her own emotions far better than the demigod, but there was a new tension in her stance.
"We need to speak to Perseus," the old woman standing in the middle spoke up, her voice like the rustling of dry leaves. "It is a matter of great urgency."
"I am sorry, but who exactly are you ladies?" Fleur asked, stepping slightly in front of Percy, noticing the extreme, negative reaction her boyfriend was having. Obviously, he did not like these three old women, whoever they were.
"That is none of your concern, little bird," the old woman on the right said dismissively, not even bothering to look at Fleur. All three of them kept their ancient, unnerving gaze fixed solely on Percy. "We need to speak with you, son of the sea. Now."
The ancient title, "son of the sea," seemed to shake Percy out of his shocked stupor. "R-right," he stammered. He bent down and gently pushed little Gabrielle off his leg, where she had been clinging. "I... I 'ave to go for a minute. I am so sorry."
"But why, horsey?" Gabby asked, her lower lip trembling, but Percy could not bring himself to answer her. He could not look at any of them.
He turned and walked away, his movements stiff and unnatural, following the three Fates as they silently led him to a quiet, secluded corner of the room. In the back of his head, his thoughts were pounding like a war drum.
He had only ever seen the Fates in person twice before in his entire life. The very first time was right when he began his dangerous journey as a demigod.
The second time was when he found out, to his horror, that he had somehow been sent fifteen years into the past.
And now? What terrible thing could possibly happen now that required their personal attention?
Fleur watched her boyfriend leave, dismissing her and her family without a second thought, his face a mask of dread. She turned sharply to Hecate, her own eyes narrowed with worry and a touch of anger. "Who are they?" she demanded.
The goddess of magic cleared her throat, her earlier bravado gone. "They are... well, they are his grandmother's sisters, technically. My aunts."
Fleur's eyes went wide with shock. "W-what? 'Is grandmothers? 'E never mentioned 'aving grandmothers like... like zat."
Hecate sighed, a heavy, weary sound. "Believe me, Fleur, the absolute last thing anyone ever wants is the personal attention of those three. It is kind of like a very bad family tradition. If those three show up to visit you personally, it usually means that some really, really bad shit is about to go down. Very soon."
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