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𝚆𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝.

𝙼𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛.

"𝙳𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎?" 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢.

"𝙾𝚑 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢?"

"𝙾𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎."

"𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞?" 𝙸 𝚊𝚜𝚔.

"𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕." 𝙷𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜. "𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎."

"𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞? 𝙺𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎?" 𝙸 𝚊𝚜𝚔, 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜.

"𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛. 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝." 𝙷𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚕𝚢. (𝟾)

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𝙸'𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚜. (7)

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𝚆𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖, 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚍, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝙸'𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖.

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝙸 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎.

𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸  𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸'𝚖 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸'𝚖 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚜.

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎.

𝙷𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛. (6)

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"𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎?" 𝙸 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚙. 𝚃𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚙 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚝.

"𝙸𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜," 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚜, 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚏.

𝙷𝚎'𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎'𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎.

𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚍𝚐𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝.

"𝙳𝚒𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞?"

"𝙸𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚠. 𝙷𝚎'𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜. 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖."

"𝙳𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖?"

"𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍." (𝟻)

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎, 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎.

𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝.

𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜.

𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖.

𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚖𝚎. (𝟺)

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𝚆𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍.

"𝙰𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜."

"𝚆𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐," 𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚎. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜.

"𝙰𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚝."

"𝚆𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐."

"𝙰𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎."

"𝚆𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐."

"𝙰𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚘."

"𝚆𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐."

𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚗, 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗. 𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝.

"𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠?" 𝙸 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍.

𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚐𝚘, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜.

𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍, 𝙸 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍. (𝟹)

[hogwarts-half-blood]

"Hello."

"Hello."

"You're in my world history class."

"I know."

"You seem to know a lot. You know a lot about Greece."

"You think so?"

"Yes. Especially the Greek gods. Aren't they interesting? It seems so lovely to be a god. To see the world forever and never age a day. To live forever."

"I do not think you would say that if you were a god."

"Maybe not. But I'm not a god so I will continue to say it."

"You remind me of someone."

"I do?"

"Yes. Someone I knew a long time ago. You'd like him. Come sit with me." (2)

-An important interaction

[hogwarts-half-blood]

I am pretty sure I'm friends with Achilles.

If Achilles were still alive, it would be him.

He speaks with wisdom from lifetimes of experience, and his eyes hold suffering that other teenagers don't have.

I see it in the way he sits in class, when he drives me home, how he lays in bed when we're studying together. It comes quickly; a change in his expression before his eyes flash back to normal.

Sometimes when I ask him a question, he goes silent and I know not to ask him again.

I think he thinks too much, and I think it scares me. (1)

[hogwarts-half-blood]

𝑨𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒔 𝑨𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒐𝒏