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Percy doesn’t answer, just pokes at a strange orange geode sitting in a pile of ashes with his staff.

Slowly, a fiery hand emerges from the tip of it, reaching for the geode. It grabs the rock, and then the rest of Virali spills out of the staff. He flickers faintly, then his grip on the rock tightens and he roars back to life, singing Percy’s eyebrows. Percy doesn’t seem to care, sitting back and sighing in relief.

“Idiot,” Virali glares at Percy, out of breath. “My entire family could’ve—“

“I know, I know,” Percy clasps his hands together. “I’m sorry, I panicked.”

Virali shakes the rock at him, then dives down into the fireplace grate and disappears.

“Bex, the book has a binding the same colour as your hair,” Percy leans the staff against the fireplace.

“It’s too high for me to reach,” Bex replies.

“Shorty.”

“Shut the fuck up.”