Two Demigods, Seven Years: Book One

"You should probably change into something a bit warmer." Bill said.
"London isn't quite as hot."
I went back into my cabin and a few minutes later came out with black, baggy cargo pants made of some material called rayon, a just as baggy charcoal gray sweatshirt made of something super soft and fuzzy, with black stars of the right side that were made to look like they were peeling off, and none other than my Docs, with my iPod 5 in my sweatshirt's kangaroo pocket.
Frankly, these people were making me a tad nervous, so I muttered some Rocket to the Moon (another of my underground bands) under my breath to calm myself down.
"She gets what she wants and does it quick, she might as well get paid for it, but she doesn't know who I am, and she doesn't give a damn."
"So, what Chiron meant by our way of travel was something called Apparition."
"What now?" said Meryl, who was standing there in a thin white sweater with a brown leather belt, black leggings, and tall brown leather boots.
"You'll see."
Bill took Fleur's hand, and Fleur put an arm around Meryl, and Meryl and I looked at each other (confuzzledly) before grabbing each others' hands quite fiercely, and suddenly there were tight bands of pure pressure around my chest, and I felt like I was being shoved into a particularly tight water park tube slide, and all the water behind me was pushing me along. I could barely breath, but I kept singing, just to hear myself and know that I was alive.
"SHE LIVES AT NIGHT AND SLEEPS ALL DAY, SHE'LL DANCE AND DRINK HER LIFE AWAY, BUT SHE DOESN'T KNOW WHO I AM, AND SHE DOESN'T GIVE A DAMN-"
Then, the pressure bands let up, and I could begin to breath better. Soon enough the song was ending, and at the same time I could tell that just then we would be wherever we were going, but then the scream was already out of my mouth-
"SOMEDAY SHE'LL KNOW WHO I AM, AND MAYBE SHE'LL GIVE A DAMN!!!!"
I opened my eyes and I was in a nice-looking, sun-shiny street, and was getting strange looks from people who looked, as I thought then, much stranger in their robes and witch hats.
"More kids Bill?" said a man who had just walked up behind Bill.
"Shouldn't I have known if my brother had more children?"
It was then that I realized that the man was flaming red-haired like Bill, and had the same long nose. A woman with frizzy brown hair tied back in a ponytail came over to us, and gave me an expression quite like the others I had received, the same mixture of pity and amusement, but hers was much more understanding.
"First time Apparating?" she asked kindly.
Bill nodded at the same time as me and Meryl.
"Couple of demiwizards," he said to the others, lowering his voice.
"But we're just going to say they're both Muggle-borns."
The woman gasped.
"I thought they-" she looked at us.
"You didn't exist!" she self-corrected.
"Hermione, I have a feeling you are one of the few people that knew and cared this much!" the man laughed.
Hermione made a face at the man.
"Ron, you haven't changed since we were thirteen!"
Bill messed up his younger (I was guessing) brother's hair.
"Hermione's right about that too! And no, demiwizards didn't exist, previously."
"Why can't they just say they're half-bloods though?" Hermione asked.
"They'll get teased less, I know from experience!" she added..
"Wait, how do you know about half-bloods?" I asked.
Hermione looked at me oddly.
"I think we're talking about different kinds of half-bloods." Bill said.
Then Bill explained to all of us demigod half-bloods and wizards half-bloods, and that my and Meryl's fathers were pure-bloods like the Weasleys, not because they were stuck up about it ("Like the Malfoys!" Ron offered, and Hermione elbowed him, but she didn't disagree), but because everybody in his family just happened to fall in love with wizards or witches.
"Now," he said after all of that, "Can we please go buy your things?"
Ron nodded, and said, "Yeah, Harry and Ginny were supposed to come with us, but Harry had Auror things to do, so he's coming later today. We're all going to have dinner."
A little boy (say, eight or nine?) and a girl our age ran over to us.
"Daddy, you said you'd be five minutes!"
"Mom, I had to sit in Flourish and Blotts with him for half an hour!"

Notes

SO SUPER SORRY I was busy with lots of stuff. And my laptop froze up and to fix it I had to delete this the first time and it took me like two days to figure that out!

Peace, love and Nico di Angelo

-Emily