#annabethmoody

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Teddy: I’m Teddy, nice to meet you. You must be my great-grandma?

Annabeth: You know I’m a ghost, right?

Teddy: Does that matter much?

Annabeth: I suppose not. It’s nice to meet you, Teddy. 

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Annabeth: Ooooooooohhh- ghost ghost ghost. Spoooooookkkkyyy.

Teddy: S’up.

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ANNABETH MOODY- Generation Two Heir

Although Dahlia started this legacy, her generation definitely wouldn’t have been the same without Annabeth. She wasn’t the perfect person, but she ended up producing a pretty awesome family.  RIP

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Just after stepping into her house, Annabeth passed away. I’d been following her to be there for the moment it happened, but unfortunately I wasn’t quick enough. 

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Minerva went to hang out with her grandma, Annabeth. She tried to cast a good luck spell, but it backfired on her!

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Presents!

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Just me, or does this sum up all of them?

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Annabeth: You’ll get your powers soon enough, for now just try and get to grips with the books, okay?

Minerva: Yes, Grandma.

Annabeth: I love you, kid.

Minerva: I love you too. 

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Annabeth: So, Emmaline, how’s your alchemy going?

Emmaline: Fine, thanks...working on a skill booster at the moment. 

Annabeth: Ah yes, they are tricky. Let me know if you need a hand!

Emmaline: ...I’m sure I’ll manage. 

Minerva: Grandma, can we go and play?

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@spoopysimmer They’re still so cute!

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Ella: It’s getting late...should we ask the boys to go home?

Annabeth: I think it’s okay...besides, if we break up the match of the century, we’ll have a stroppy teenager on our hands for weeks. 

Ella: ...true. 

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Seeing the fire from their window, Annabeth and Ella rushed to help. After the fire died down on her side, Annabeth went inside to find the family. 

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Annabeth: Ella…I’m so sorry. They…they’re dead.

Ella: Who…all of them?

Annabeth: I…I only saw Abigail…and Michael. I don’t know. I didn’t see their children, or Olive... I…I’m sorry. I don’t know. 

Ella: I didn’t think the fire got that far…

Annabeth: I…me neither. 

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Ella: Annie? Annie, what’s wrong?

Annabeth: I...Ella, I-

Ella: Annabeth? Are...Oh...No. No. Oh God.

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Annabeth: Is that icing sugar or snow?

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Annabeth’s defensive studies moved into the realms of alchemy. Despite her years of experience, and mastery of the skill, there were still several recipes that alluded her…perhaps the ones she needed most.