who: anyone
where: King’s Cross Station
Despite everything that had happened as of late, Persephone decided that maybe taking her brother’s offer at joining the rest of her family on vacation may have been needed. Needless to say, it was a rather tiresome trip. Greece had been beautiful but her treatment of maintaining the family title of disappointment reigned strong. Persephone had held her tongue for as long as she could possibly stand it. Maintaining composure at Perseus’ request. But that only went so long before her sister had opened her mouth a family dinner one night.
Everything was a secret. Or at least she thought so. Persephone had worked so very hard to keep things that way. Yet somehow things had gotten leaked. Hera had drug her across the veranda by the arm. There was a lovely bruise in the shape of her sister’s hand now forming on her upper arm from how hard she had grabbed her. “What the bloody fuck do you think you’re doing here?” Hera had hissed in her ear. The confusion that laced Seph’s features, and voice was not feigned as she assured her sister that she had not an inkling of an idea of what she was talking about. But the next phrase that come from Hera absolutely floored her. Taking the wind out of her lungs as she stood there, jaw slack, and unsure of what to say next.
“Don’t play coy with me, Persephone, you’re working with Riddle!” Color drained from her face, bile rose in her throat and her heart sank into her stomach, but she regained herself in a matter of seconds. “Don’t be ridiculous, Hera.” But her sister was persistent and informed--no, demanded--that her sister to stop what she was doing immediately and go back home at once or she would tell not only their mother but the Prophet and the Ministry. Without a word, but tears in her eyes, silently reassuring Hera (she was sure of it) Persephone turned away from her. Yanking her arm out of her sister’s grasp as hard as she could and made her way back to the manor where she packed her belongings, spoke briefly with Perseus and informed him that she was made very aware by their sister that she was not wanted there, and took the next train home.
Which is where she was now. Only she wasn’t home at all. Seph was standing in the middle of King’s Cross Station, looking sadly at the pillar that stood between platforms nine and ten. Wishing with all her heart that she could go back in time when things were simpler.
















