Percy found himself to be in the living room of a house he'd never seen. Wooden sky blue walls with white edges and white wooden frame windows, he turned around to find the translucent door completely gone. There's an oval white marble table with black posts and five wooden black seats. On top of the table had been a bowl of fruit. To his left had been a dark brown sofa with two white marble tables on each side, either magazines or empty teacups on top of each table.

Percy's eyes can't seem to stop travelling around the room, finding three framed pictures on the wall. The first one shows a curly-haired blonde with countless freckles and grey eyes hidden behind circular glasses, sitting on the white carpet whilst hugging a much younger brunette, also with an unlimited amount of freckles and blue eyes, and an even younger male redhead with brown eyes and skin clean of freckles, all laughing together as the oldest gave kisses to the two younger ones. He let his fingers touch the corner of the picture before moving on.

The second one had been Percy who is hugging someone shorter but more muscular than him. He can't place who the person had been as he can't even see the details of his face, but he guessed that he had been happy with the marriage, judging by the wide smile Percy gave. Both he and the other person displayed their wedding rings to the camera and waddle their fingers proudly. Percy ran a finger across the faceless figure in hopes to somehow know who they'd been- and discovered no changes at all, much to his chagrin.

The third one had been a family picture. Percy had a feeling that the three children he saw from the first picture had been his children, and judging from how the eldest looks, it seemed that she might be his daughter with Penelope. He can see some of her features passed down to who supposedly is his daughter here, like her blonde hair and stormy grey eyes, and some of Percy's features as well, like an infinite amount of freckles and the need to use glasses. He can see his traits in the second and the third one either, but they seemed to inherit someone else's too, but who? And who's the man Percy is standing with?

Percy shook his head as he turned his head to the right, seeing a wooden white door. Beyond it, Percy heard children laughing together as if they're running. They must be the children he saw from the pictures, he supposed. Slowly, Percy turned the golden knob of the white door open, stepping out of the house. True to his prediction, the three children seemed to be playing hide-and-seek, with the blonde closing her eyes and counting from 1 - 10.

"Kids!" Percy called, causing the two hiding children to come out from their hiding. "What are you doing?"

"We're playing hide-and-seek, Daddy!" The youngest answered with such excitement Percy couldn't help but smile. "Molly's gonna be the seeker!"

"Are you, now?" Percy smiled gently as he shifted his focus to his eldest. "And what about you two? Will you be safe?"

"Dad, I made Lucy and Haslet promise to not hide too far-" Molly rolled her eyes, her hands resting on her hips. Percy nodded, noting his children's names silently. "No one's gonna get lost this time."

"Right, I guess my worry's a bit unjustified-" Percy chuckled, leaning on the wooden white post. Lucy ran up towards him, tugging him by his hand. "What's wrong, Lucy?"

"Dad, will you hold my hand and close your eyes?" Lucy begged. Percy chuckled at the silly request but did as his second daughter begged him to without a doubt.

"Open your eyes, Percy-" Percy heard a voice different from the young brunette he held hands with earlier. He opened his eyes to reveal Oliver, love and gentleness in his eyes. Percy looked down his hand to find it intertwined with Oliver's.

"What did you do to me?" Percy asked, his brilliant blue eyes going back up to stare at Oliver's teak brown ones. "I was in this world yet I wasn't here. I saw three children with a mix of my features and a stranger's and I think I live in a blue-and-white bungalow. My children seemed to be named Molly, Lucy, and Haslet. What was that?"

Oliver took a deep breath in as he pressed his lips together, sighing. "That was a glimpse of your possible future," Oliver answered simply. "I entered the business of fortune-telling since I was seven and had been doing this since then, I favour this method because it usually shows the sweetest possible future which makes the customers happy, which means there's a high possibility of them returning."

"But has there been complaints?"

"Lots-" Oliver chuckled, nodding. "They'll complain if the fortune that I show them is not as expected, they'll complain if it's not enough, that they're supposed to get more. Well, it's not really up to me, is it? I bring them into the state of relaxation, enough for me to enter my magic into their heads and pull out what they really want and see which are possible."

"So what I just saw-"

"Is what your heart really desire, yes-" Percy found himself unable to say something, eyes so wide it seemed like it'll pop out. "And you believe you can reach it, that is why I call it your possible future. There are other methods of fortune-telling, more accurate but some customers won't like the harsh truth if what they see is a sour future. But yet again, I am not the one who decides their fate. It's like that muggle phrase, 'don't shoot the messenger'."

"Why did you do that? I can't pay you." Oliver laughed as he kissed Percy's fingers.

"No, and you don't need to."