You’ve been missing for weeks.

Magnus and Alex have been out of their minds with worry and paranoia and panic and— Oh his gods. Magnus is handling this worse than Alex.

He’s having sleepless nights and spends hours in the mortal world searching for you. You’re a best friend of his, someone he trusted.

A demigod, a child of a minor, less know god, but you were still happy and kind and sweet, if not a little quiet.

People liked you.

So where did you go?

And then you turned up, with the three months you were missing a blacked out mess in your memory. No trauma, no paranoia, you went straight back to being your happy self, flirting with Hearthstone— an elf friend of Magnus’ you’ve had a crush on since meeting and Magnus is pretty sure the elf likes you too— and making people laugh.

But what happened? Where the Hel were you?

Magnus watches you sign to Hearth— you have all picked up some sign language to make it easier to communicate with him— while Sam and Alex flutter around you nervously, making sure you’re alright.