NOVEL NEXT Chapter 10: CH 10
the sight. What kind of life had Harry lived, that he was so used to being suspicious at his age?
"Nothing too bad," Hestia said with a small smile. "Artie is the Goddess of the Hunt, as I've said before. She's also the Goddess of the Moon, the Goddess of Childbirth, and the Goddess of Maidens."
Harry frowned. "What's a maiden? Is that like a maid?" Hestia laughed softly. "Please don't say that to Artie, she would be most upset," the goddess told Harry, who nodded seriously. "A maiden is a young girl, Harry. Artie is the Goddess of young girls who haven't had relations with a man yet."
Harry frowned, trying to work that out. "Is that like kissy-face?" Hestia had to smother her laugh. "A bit like that, yes," she said, not wanting to open that particular can of worms yet.
Harry nodded again. "Okay, that's good. Kissy-face is gross."
Hestia looked amused. "One day you may feel differently, Harry."
The young boy shook his head. "Nu-uh. No way. Kissy-face is gross!"
The young-looking goddess laughed again. "If you say so, Harry," she said, humoring him. "It is related to the conditions, though. Artie, being the Goddess of young girls, doesn't like boys or men all that much. So she may take a while to get used to you, and be nice to you."
Harry's enthusiasm dimmed. "Will she be like Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon?" "No! Absolutely not!" Hestia said. Loudly. She drew a breath, and calmed herself, as Harry had jumped half a seat away from her when she shouted. She had to remember that Harry did not like shouting as it reminded him of his horrendous home. "Artie is perfectly nice, and she won't harm you unless you harm her, or anyone under her protection, first. No, what I mean is that she was be very business-like. It may take her a bit to become more personable."
"Oh," Harry said, thinking it over. Finally, he just said, "OK." Then he frowned again. "What does 'personable' mean?" Hestia smiled at him, and reminded herself that Harry was still a very young mortal. "It means 'friendly'. It may take her a bit of time to become friendly." "Oh," Harry repeated. "Ok."
But some things were new to him.
Like this recipe for macaroni and cheese. Following Hestia's written instructions, he turned off the stove and lifted the pot off the fire, turning it over so the cheesy noodles would pour onto a plate.
"Hello, Harry," he heard from behind him.
Not turning, he continued what he was doing by rasping a small amount of raw ambrosia over the dish. "Hi, Hestia!" he greeted her as exuberantly as usual. "I've tried the macaroni and cheese sauce recipe. Do you want to try?"
Hestia nodded, pleased that she'd gotten him to understand. "Also, Artie has said she would give you a lesson, but she'd decide on whether she'd give you more after she saw how that first lesson went. She's quite busy, as she has multiple domains, so she doesn't want to waste her time."
Harry nodded. " You told me to do my very best, and I will," he answered her.
Hestia smiled. "I'm glad to hear it. For that reason, I got you these." she reached into a pocket that seemed a lot larger on the inside. She handed him a book, a pen, and a small roll of tape. "I want you to keep these with you when Artie comes and takes you to the forest for your lesson. When she explains something, you can write it down, and when she shows you a plant, you can take a leaf or a flower, and paste it in the book and write down the description. It'll help your reading and writing at the same time, and it'll make it easier for you to learn what Artie's teaching you."
Harry accepted the item, and smiled widely. "That's so awesome," he said. "I never would have thought of that. You're so smart, Hestia!"
Hestia smiled at him. It was just a book and some supplies, and seeing him so happy with them made her feel sad that Harry never had gotten any kind of help with schoolwork before. Sad, and angry. Once again, she hoped the Dursleys were getting their just deserts.
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Harry was puttering around in the kitchen area of Helios' temple. Hestia always left plenty of food, and now he was trying to cook something for himself. The Dursleys had trained him rather well, and it took him very little time to adapt the Dursleys' fatty, canned-produce recipes to recipes using Hestia's fresh produce. "Great!" Harry said, putting the large plate down on the kitchen table, and diving into his cupboard. "Hestia, do you want some too? I think I made too much for just me." He didn't add that he had planned on leftovers, but if he could use them to get in good with his new teacher, that would be time well spent.
"No, thank you, Harry. I've already eaten," Hestia said.
"Alright," Harry agreed, retrieving just a single plate, and serving utensils. He divided the dish between its original plate and the new one, and he offered the new plate to Artie, as well as regular utensils.
He became aware of the young-looking goddess stepping next to him as he put the rasp and chunk of raw ambrosia away.
"Of course," Hestia said, conjuring a fork, and trying some. He looked at her as she chewed thoughtfully. "Very well done, Harry. You have a gift for cooking."
He smiled widely. "Thanks, Hestia!" he said, grabbing the fork and trying some for himself. Suddenly he became aware that there was a third person in his kitchen, one that had remained at the 'door' leading to the 'living area'.
"Oh, hello," Harry said, suddenly feeling a bit embarrassed at not having seen her before. The new girl was about twelve, had deep silver-colored eyes, and was dressed in a white shirt, a silver jacket, silvery camouflage pants and black combat boots.
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