So my teacher told us that two blue eyed people can’t have a brown eyed kid and this kid in my class said “but both my parents have blue eyes and I have brown eyes”. The teacher said “so you’re adopted”. THe next day the kid came in and told us that he confronted his parents about it and that they said he was adopted but wanted to wait for the right time to tell him.
Aren’t you a little old to be trick or treating?? AU Percabeth please~(preferably with little siblings)
She picks up the bucket of candy where she left it on the table by the door and flips the lock. Just before she opens the door she checks to make sure she doesn’t have any crumbs on her costume and puts on a smile for the trick-or-treater.
Groups of kids have been showing up at her apartment for most of the night but normally there’s three or four and at least one adult. It’s not that this is the worst neighborhood but it’s still better to be safe than sorry. So when she opens the door and finds a little girl in a greek chiton she’s a little taken aback.
“Trick-or-treat!” The girl says and gives her a toothy grin.
“Hi,” Annabeth squats down, “who are you?”
“Eirene,” the little girls says simply.
“Eirene, the Greek goddess of peace?” Annabeth raises and eyebrow and scans the girl’s costume again.
Tucked into her belt are a cornucopia and a scepter. Annabeth has to give the girl credit for accuracy.
“Yep,” the girl shakes her bag impatiently.
“Well then, Eirene, here you go.” Annabeth grabs a handful of candy and drops it into the little girl’s bag.
“That’s a lot of candy,” little Eirene’s eyes go wide and Annabeth can practically see the looming sugar rush.
“Well, I wouldn’t want to displease the goddess of peace would I?” Annabeth smiles and grabs another candy bar from the bucket. “Put in a good word for Athens will you,” she says and drops the extra treat into the bag.
“Thanks! I like Athens, they’re cool,” little Eirene shakes her bag and examines her haul.
I have a headcannon that Percy spent like an hour discussing with Annabeth about how he wasn’t Nico’s type.
"what does he mean I’m not his type?"
"Is there something wrong with me?"
"I’m your type, right Annabeth? Annabeth?"
*Meanwhile Annabeth is dying with laughter*