Alright so I got tagged by @Reaper2386 and figured it was a nice time to dish out the latest extra scene.

No, that does not mean you get an extra scene every time you tag me.

Don't do that.

Even though it kind of does.

Also probably a teaser for the PJO/HP children extra scene coming.

Probably.

May or may not also be in celebration of the first chapter of A Rift in Time I just released.

May or may not.

I tried to wait a whole week after posting that to post this but I couldn't.

So basically just ten random things about me? Okay then.

1. I am going to be a sophomore (10th grade)
2. I am fluent in Cantonese
3. I like potatoes
4. I got lost walking across the street once
5. I use my life to write my stories
6. My life is actually pretty interesting after I imagine alternate endings in my head.
7. Like the line about how you need to protect the favorite boat I actually said out loud before I was introduced to the fandom in referring to others about me and my best friend
8. Because I live in a society where a boy can not hang out with a girl without them being shipped together
9. But normally I'm pretty boring and the most interesting thing I do is fall off the couch and to the floor
10. Welp, I'm an idiot

But hey, you already knew that :)

Story time!

Percy Jackson never thought he'd walk into Ollivander's again.

In New York if you walked into a store and shattered their windows, doused the other customers in water, made merchandise disappear unexpectedly and set yourself on fire you'd probably be arrested.

But hey, Percy wasn't complaining.

He was only here to get a wand for his daughter, Zoe, and get out.

It should have been easy.

But for Percy Jackson, nothing ever was.

Starting with the fact that Ollivander remembered him.

"Percy Jackson," the wand maker smiled, "Thestral and pegasus feather core, twelve inches of pine. Swishy."

"Hey, Ollivander," Percy gulped, "I'm sorry for spontaneously combusting in the middle of your store."

"Woah," Zoe cried, "You knew my dad? How do you remember him? He didn't even remember to put the bread in the toaster when we were making toast before."

Percy turned to his daughter, his mouth hanging open. "Betrayal. Zoe Jackson, I might just have to withhold the blue cookies that I did remember to make."

"I remember every wand I've ever sold," Ollivander smiled, "Including your father's. That one, though, I've never seen before in my life."

He pointed to Annabeth's simple gray wand. "May I?"

As she handed it to him, she chuckled nervously. "Yeah, I was late in transferring to Hogwarts, so my... ahem, aunt, just gave me one. I trusted her judgment."

"Oh, no," Ollivander muttered, "Now this just won't do. I'll be back with a much better suited wand for you."

"Actually," Annabeth called out after him, "We're here for a wand for my daughter."

The old man didn't even turn.

"And he's gone," Percy laughed, "Is this really so bad, Annabeth? A new wand!"

"This guy thinks he can give me a better wand than the actual god of magic," Annabeth scoffed, "I'd rather not pay eight more galleons for that."

"I mean," Percy commented, "I think the only reason it's been working so well at all is because it's you. I honestly just think Hecate blessed a branch and called it a day."

"That's your reason for everything, Dad," Zoe put in, rolling her eyes, "When you can't start the car. 'You can only start your car because it's you.' When you can't convince Grandma to make you extra blue cookies. 'You can only convince her because it's you.'"

"That's my girl," Annabeth said proudly. "And she's not wrong. When you don't want to do the laundry. 'You can only do the laundry because it's you.'"

"I can't wait until Luke grows up a little more," Percy grumbled, "He'll fight you guys with me."

"And lose," Zoe laughed, "If Mom took you and I took Luke, Mom could pin you and still have time to stop me from permanently injuring my baby brother."

"He's eight."

"He acts thirteen, but that doesn't stop him from being younger than me. Or worse of a fighter."

Percy fingered his chin. "You're right. Okay, then I call Charlie, too!"

"That's not fair," Zoe complained, "Three on two?"

"Too bad for you, then."

"Daaad."

"He's five years old. What's the worst he can do? And besides-"

Percy fell silent as Ollivander emerged from the shelves, a single wand in hand.

"Try it," he offered Annabeth, "Pegasus feather, olive wood, ten inches and only slightly pliable."

Now, Percy was no wandmaker, but he was an Annabeth expert. And if you asked him, that was the perfect description of her. References to camp, her Athenian heritage, the very little room she leaves to be questioned.

And also he was two inches taller than her.

But that's not his business.

(It's totally his business)

When Annabeth grabbed it, however, her other wand exploded.

"Wow," Zoe said, shocked, "Dad was right. Cheap magical branch."

"And that wand is very territorial," Percy commented, "Like your mother."

"But it's not right!" Ollivander groaned, taking it back from her, "I thought for sure that'd be the one."

"I thought so, too," Percy added, "When you were describing it for a second I thought my wife'd turned into a stick."

Annabeth slapped him upside the head.

"Stick in the mud," Percy grumbled.

Annabeth grabbed his wand and jabbed him in the stomach for that one.

"Wait!" Ollivander exclaimed as Annabeth brandished Percy's wand at him. "Give it a swish."

"Uh, Ollivander," Percy said, "That's my wand."

"Uh, Ollivander," Zoe echoed, "I didn't even get a wand yet."

Ollivander cast a baleful eye at her. "You are truly your father's daughter. But both of you will have to wait."

He turned back to Annabeth, his eyes gleaming with the mischief of a much younger man. "Give it a swish."

Annabeth looked at him skeptically, but complied.

It spit so much light that they were blinded.

"Wow," Percy said, rubbing his eyes, "I think my wand likes you better than me."

When it faded, they were still standing there, lines of gold between Percy and Annabeth.

Ollivander looked like a kid on Christmas.

"Golden lines to match our silver hair," Percy grinned, "Brings out your eyes, Wise Girl."

"Shut up," Annabeth groaned, though she couldn't keep the smile off of her face.

"What does it mean?" Zoe asked, since no one else did and Ollivander wasn't speaking.

"The wands of Harry Potter and the Dark Lord are interconnected," Ollivander started, "Brothers. Their cores twin feathers from the same phoenix."

"Fawkes," Percy recalled, "Met him once. Burst into ash. Fun."

Ollivander shook his head him, continuing as if he'd never spoken. "Their wands reacted together because their destinies were intertwined. Harry's wand recognized Voldemort, even without his wand."

"As you may know," Ollivander told them, "The wand chooses the wizard. One wand for one wizard. And while wand loyalties may change, ultimately the one that chooses you will work the best according to your natural affinity."

"But for you guys, it's different. Both of you can use each other's wands, although I have the sneaking suspicion that Mrs. Jackson wasn't meant for one."

"My aunt sent me to watch over Percy," Annabeth admitted, "I'm not really magical."

"I'm quite aware of the adventures of Perseus Jackson," Ollivander said kindly, "Or even Perseus Riddle, if you will."

"No, please don't," Percy begged, "Riddle is such a Moldyshorts-y last name. I much prefer Jackson."

"Percy may be both types of Halfblood, and you are only one, but that does not mean you are not magical," Ollivander smiled, putting a hand on her shoulder, "The way in which children of Athena are born is magical in itself."

"I'm not-"

"Do not play coy with me, Annabeth," Ollivander said, "My family has been in this business since 382 BC. There is not much you can hide from me."

"Back to the point of your shared wand," Ollivander mused, "I had wondered how Mr. Jackson had attained a wand with two cores. It is a rare occurrence, that two people can share a wand with equal affinity. Just as Harry Potter and Voldemort's destinies were intertwined, so too are your souls."

"Soulmates, according to Muggles. You could meet in any happenstance and still be made for one another. Perhaps you were true mortals in another lifetime, falling in love in a much less action-packed way. The wand reflects that. Gray, for Chase with Sea Green Waves for Jackson. Pine and Pegasus for your friends, and Thestral for the hardships you have faced. Twelve inches for the Twelve Olympian Gods. Much can be learned about any given individual from their wand. Or in your case, any pair of individuals."

"So the next time I say you're stuck with me whether you like it or not," Percy grinned at Annabeth, trailing off.

Annabeth tucked herself into his side. "As annoying as you are, I can think of far worse people to spend the rest of my life with, oddly enough."

Percy smiled softly down at her for a second before clapping his hands and regaining his bearings.

Zoe snickered.

"What?" Annabeth asked quizzically.

"Imagine what Aunt Piper would say to that," she giggled, "'We always said Percabeth was forever.' Or Fairy Godmother Thalia. 'Come on, tell us something we don't know, old man!'"

"Zoe!" Annabeth chided. "Be polite. And Fairy Godmother?"

She sent an unamused look at Percy. "What have you been teaching our daughter?"

"Nothing!" Percy said defensively.

Annabeth gave him a pointed look.

"Fine," he admitted, "But come on, Annabeth. That's a good one!"

The Godparents of their first child were Thalia and Grover, their respective best friends. They were also part of the original quest with Zoe's namesake.

Not to mention the only ones beside Percy and Annabeth who were still alive.

But they preferred not to talk about that part.

Thalia didn't like the nickname.

All the more reason to use it, since she loved the kid to pieces and wouldn't do anything to her.

Percy, on the other hand...

Yeah, they didn't talk about the maiming either.

"Alright, Ollivander," Percy beamed, "I think our business here is done. Sorry for the woodchips on your floor, and I think we'll be on our way."

He turned and opened the door for his family before realizing they weren't following him.

"Are you guys coming? Or am I going to have to break it to the boys that I lost our favorite girls?"

"Dad."

"What, Zo?"

"My wand."

"What about it?"

"The one that I don't have?"

"Oh, yeah!"

Annabeth sighed. At this point, she didn't care that he was her soulmate. How had she been married to this goof for twelve years?

"Ugh, Seaweed Brain."