BELLEROSE CASSANDRA HEWINGS stared with a strange mixture of emotions on her face atthe curly, blond-haired, young boy that laid in one of the beds in the half-blood campinfirmary.

Sighing heavily and turning her back to him, she began to wipe her blood-stained hands on one of the old rags. She was terribly bored. Her role was to sit next to the boy almost constantly, only changing for brief (such as dinners) moments with one of Apollo's kids - Will Solace - having to just stare at him sleeping soundly after butchering the Minotaur on the hill while she had to act as his nurse.

But they were also visited from time to time by one of the satyrs — Grover, who she learned was that kid's friend and guardian. He would constantly ask about the young boy's condition, always almost crying, as he was always telling Bellerose for the tenth time what had happened on the hill and how he should have been more helpful in the situation.

But Bellerose, such an (not) amazing comforter of humans (and half-humans), told him each of those ten times that there wasn't much he could do anyway, and that they were very lucky that they were found so quickly and taken to the hospital.

Well, she was telling it to him, almost having her a headache from his constant talking. Each. time.

Of course, there were many other people passing through the clinic as well, starting with those who stupidly had injured themselves during one of the camp's activities, moving on to Chiron — their very wise mentor, and a centaur — and ending with Annabeth Chase (who each time stood right next to the sleeping boy's bed and stared at him for a good ten minutes, which looked so strange and scary that each time Belle wanted to leave and never come back) or Zoya Clarke, who was — what you could call her — Belle's friend, and she always came there to either admire the boy's beauty, prattle on about how he was definitely Aphrodite's son and therefore her half-brother (even though her friend explained to her that his mother had sacrificed herself for him and Grover on the hill) or to inform her about more mundane, boring matters.

    "Good night, sleep tight, don't let the bedbugs bite" She muttered in a melodious tone, throwing the bloody cloth into the sink in the corner of the room and leaning back against the chest of drawers opposite his current bed. "Even though you should have woken up a long time ago," she added, sighing heavily and rolling her eyes.

Licking her chapped lips, she moved slightly away from the furniture and opened its first drawer, urgently starting to search for nectar and a clean glass. Oh, and even a straw. Yeah, straw would be good too. She nodded to herself in satisfaction when she managed to find all of these things, and set the glass on the dresser top with a clang, closing the drawer with the side of her hip.

Leaning slightly towards the vessel, she began to carefully pour nectar into it. She knew she couldn't give him too much — the kid had already  enough of it, and she didn't want him to turn into a flame-demigod, nor even wanting to imagine Mr. D and Chiron's faces when they would see that and what kind of punishment she would get.

Apart from the very insulting fact that she already was once turned into a cockroach by Mr. D in such a situation. What were the advantages of this situation? She could scare Aphrodite's kids, including Zoya, or other campers with impunity. Cons? Well, one time Luke Castellan had to save her from being trampled.

Although, she preferred not to mention it.

She pressed the metal straw into her drink and leaned sideways against the dresser, folding her arms across her chest and looking out the glass doors of the hospital. In the distance, you could see joyful children in orange camp T-shirts chasing each other with swords.

At one point, she didn't even notice that the started singing the lyrics of some song quietly under her breath (which sounded exactly like Ra-Ra-Rasputin!!"), shaking her head from side to side, while she stared blankly through the door.

On the porch of that small building, with his back to the door, sat Grover, visibly dejected, with his head hanging low. Bellerose bit her lower lip and sent another glance at the bed, where the still unconscious blond-haired boy lay. With a quiet sigh, she pushed herself slightly away from the dresser she was leaning against and walked to the door, opening it quietly.

    "Hey, Grov?" She asked in a calm tone, leaning on the door frame.

The satyr jumped in place and turned his head towards her so suddenly that she was quite sure she heard a crunch. He had a shoebox under his arm; the girl herself knew perfectly well what was in it; there was a Minotaur horn placed there, which had been killed by the very kid who was lying in their camp hospital, and probably already had one foot in Hades.

The minotaur's horn was proof. Trophy. Something to prove that he actually killed this famous creature from Greek myths. Grover had been keeping an eye on the box, probably feeling he owed it to his friend; However, Bellerose had seen him even go to the bathroom with it, or even more weird places, which made her wonder if the satyr had some strange obsession with the item.

But then again, she didn't feel competent enough to question it at all.

That was it.

Grover looked between her face and the entrance to the room several times; and at one point he stood up and quickly, like the wind, rushed inside, hitting Belle with his shoulder in the process. The girl snorted, shaking her head in disbelief and folding her arms across her chest. She saw that the satyr's face lit up with joy, as he was probably ready to give his friend the biggest-satyr-hug-ever, but the smile suddenly disappeared from his face.

He hung his head with a quiet sigh, a look of resignation appearing on his face. Meanwhile, Bellerose, standing right next to him, was staring at him intensely, biting her lower lip slightly. "Listen, Grov, your friend neither came down into Hades nor attacked me, while screaming... like a little girl... Although, it's possible that he will do it later..." She said seriously, but adding the second part a bit quieter, more like she said that to herself. "That's not why I wanted to talk to you."

The satyr raised his gentle gaze to her, which made her give him a slight smile (which came out more like a grimace, as she just felt an unpleasant sinking feeling in her stomach). "Okay, you're listening. You know... Babysitting your friend made me feel a little hungry..." She said with a very sweet smile. "Could you perhaps go to the fields to Demeter's kids and ask for some of our delicious strawberries...?"

Bellerose knew perfectly well that he wouldn't say the magic word 'no'. After all, it was Grover. The boy looked at her and nodded meekly. "Of course, Bell, I'll be back soon... Just let me know if Percy wakes up, okay?"

    "Anytime, anywhere, Grovvy" she murmured in a melodious tone, nodding her head and following the satyr with her eyes. "Just don't fly into the strawberries while picking them! I heard the fields have been treacherous lately." she added, half jokingly, half seriously.

Well, it was true that even their safe half-blood camp could be creepy sometimes; recently, there have been more and more cases of 'murderous strawberries' — some children just wanted to pick and eat these delicious fruits in peace, but they ended up tangled in the bushes, torn and covered in dirt. And then they came crying into the hands of Bellerose or the Apollo's kids (well, mostly Bellerose, because she was taking as much of the work, keeping the rest away; just to laugh at someone getting beaten off by the strawberries)

Oh, and a second thing — the kid's name was Percy? Like, well, Perseus from Greek mythology? Well, his mother must have had taste, Bellerose thought that to herself. In fact, she didn't even know if Grover had mentioned his name before (which was very possible she'd just missed it...) but at least she didn't have to call him kid any more (though she probably would do that, anyway...)

She took the glass filled with nectar from the dresser, and stood back next to the boy's bed. Bellerose stared at him for a moment, watching his closed eyelids and his slowly moving chest. Eventually, however, she shook off her momentary lethargy and leaned over the table next to the bed, carefully leaving the glass on it. "If you woke up, you'd probably be halfway to the fuck out of here, right?" She chuckled lightly. "I just hope you don't have the impulse to punch people in the face who are close to your bed, when you wake up," she muttered. "You know... I would hit you back twice as hard, anyway."

She moved the wooden chair that was against the wall next to Percy's bed, and before she sat down on it, she picked up the book she had taken with her and placed there in case she was bored with taking care of that boy, and no one would want to visit her (hey, Zoya Clarke, this is about you! U should come and be bored with me more often!)

She opened the book to the place where it was marked by blades of grass, hastily gathered, because last time she had to interrupt her reading just as she was lying comfortably in the sun, just by Silena's and Zoya's side, that were making flower crowns; all because of some stupid son of Apollo who came with a stick (from a bow) in his ass (literally!) and some other Aphrodite's daughter with broken nails because, as its turned out, they wanted to show off to each other.

    'How romantic!' — Bellerose said to herself then with a crooked smile, remembering the book she was interrupted from reading. Oh, yeah, it was romantic too! And it was called 'Roma and Julius'? 'Romo and Julie'?, well, definitely something like that. Belle couldn't tell exactly. After all, she was still dyslexic.

The girl could safely say that as long as Percy was breathing and Grover went hunting for her beloved fruit, she could read her book in peace. At least, that's what she thought. She sighed quietly, closing her eyes for a moment and then opening them again. She shaked her head. "Don't moan like that" she said in a calm tone, leaving the book open and effectively silencing the strange sounds the boy made when he apparently wanted to reach for the glass of nectar.

    "Can't you just ask me to pass you that glass? You know, if you beat it, Mr. D will be quite grumpy," she added, closing her book with a bang! She raised an eyebrow at him, waiting for an answer. Percy froze with his hand halfway to the glass and blinked several times, looking dumbfounded. He literally looked like a deer in a headlight, making Bellerose almost laugh.

   "Ah, uh... You seemed quite busy, I didn't wanted to disturb you..." he said, gesturing knowingly at the book in her hand.

She snorted quietly, shaking her head in disbelief. "Hey, listen, kid, I'm your miss doctor, right? You know that? No? Well, now you know. So, if you want me to give you a glass, I'll give you a glass. You say it and you get it. Do you understand?" She looked at him with a kind of chilling gaze, although it lacked the usual sharpness. Maybe it was just her eyes? They were blue-alike.

   "I'm glad we understand each other" she added, without letting him say a word. "My name is Bellerose, but you can call me Belle... or Bell. Or your miss personal doctor, I would be honored. You're Percy, right? Or i would rather say the slayer of the minotaur?" She said quite quickly, so Percy barely caught her words.

She placed the book on the bedside table and carefully lifted the glass of nectar to his mouth, allowing him to take a few small sips. Percy, for the first time, was kind of suprised at the taste of drink. It looked like an apple juice; but it didn't taste like that. It tasted just like blue cookies with a frosting, the ones his mom always used to bake.

When he drank the drink until the very day, she set the glass on the cabinet and smiled with one corner of her mouth. "My name is Percy Jackson" he muttered. He was staring intently at the girl's face, carefully taking in every detail, when he suddenly choked when his eyes met her left cheek; there was a light scar, slightly ragged at the edges, starting a little below her eye and ending on the same line as the corners of her mouth. He hadn't noticed this before.

Of course, he could tell — like virtually anyone else — that Bellerose was really pretty. Her hair was slightly wavy and the color of a slightly subdued fire, and they reached up to her ribs. Her eyes were the color of a cloudy sky, with a hint of light blue, and they were framed by a flash of eyelashes. The thing that surprised Percy a little was the small silver ring on the left lobe of her nose. She also had a slightly tanned skin and looked rather athletic. As she talked to him, he also noticed that her lower fangs were slightly crooked. But that didn't take away from her charm.

The only thing that could ruin her appearance was that scar.

   "Ah, is that what you mean?" she asked, pointing to her scar and leaning slightly towards him. Percy could smell the faint scent of lavender, strawberries, and mint from her. "A little accident at work, don't be afraid" she smiled slightly. "Actually, I think it makes me look cool and brave," she winked at him.

He nodded slowly in understanding, mouth slightly open. But then he looked around the room they were in and asked not seeing his friend anywhere, "Where's Grover? You know, a boy, goat-legged..."

    "Ah, Grover?" she muttered and rose from the chair, which she then pushed against the wall. She brushed some invisible dust off her light jeans — stained here and there with drops of dried blood and a green grass — and her navy top. "He went for some strawberries for me. You know, Perce, treating you has made me a little hungry."

She gave him another small smile and was about to turn away when she suddenly remembered something. "Oh, right!" she called and opened the building door wide, leaning out onto the porch. "GROVER!" she screamed loudly enough that one of the kids nearby jumped in place and, without even looking back, started running forward as if he was being chased by a pack of mad dogs.

She followed him with her eyes for a moment, but then she just shrugged impassively and closed the door. She put her hands on her hips and nodded."Okay. Everything's all right"

The boy sitting on the bed looked at her with a strange expression. "What was that?" he asked carefully.

"Grov told me to call him as soon as you wake up. I did it" she shrugged. There was a moment of silence between them; neither of them could call the silence uncomfortable, however, because Percy could calmly sort out his frantic thoughts and Bellerose could clean up the mess she had already made yesterday; there were bloody gauze pads lying next to the basket, also, today's rag (that she wiped her hands with) was in the sink...

Suddenly, a completely out of breath Grover burst into the room — tripping as he entered — clutching a basket of strawberries in his hands, and the shoebox under his arm. "H-hi, Bell!" he breathed out loudly. "I have the strawberries you asked for. I'm sorry it took so long, but I accidentally flew into them and they scratched me a bit..." he added quickly and handed her the fruits.

Bellerose just stood there for a moment, staring at him with her mouth open. But she quickly got over her shock and nodded cautiously. "Yeah, Grov, you definitely look like you fell victim to the murderous strawberries." she mumbled, trying not to laugh.

As she turned around for just a second to put the basket of strawberries on the dresser, Grover suddenly screamed — loud enough that he even could wake up the soundly sleeping Hades — and lunged at Percy.

Belle held up her hands in defense, a small frown appearing on her face. "Yeah, yeah, sure, great. Grov, just don't break his limbs, please. I just put him back together," she grumbled.

Every now and then she popped a strawberry into her mouth, meanwhile cleaning up all the mess in the room and trying at all costs not to eavesdrop on the conversation of the two friends. She really didn't wanted to eavesdrop on them (okay, maybe a little... Maybe a little much), but it wasn't her fault that her hearing was quite sensitive. Somehow it turned out.

And, of course, she could dramatically run out of the building, shouting something like 'Fire, fire! I'm sorry, I didn't wanted to hear it!' but then, they would obviously think she was mentally ill.

    "Hey, guys?" she turned towards them, causing them to immediately look at her, interrupting the conversation. "I'll see your wounds again and take you to Mr. D, okay?"

They didn't protest. At all. They didn't protest at all, neither when she cleansed their wounds with disinfectant (although they writhed in pain and Grover almost kicked her in the shin with his hoof - he got hit on the head by her for that), nor when she applied very masculine, pink Hello Kitty patches to their wounds. And she was doing this with a far too sweet smile on her face.

Percy watched carefully the girl's skillful hands as she tended to them. They were covered with fresh scabs and slightly old, light and small scars that also appeared on her forearms. "Fine, let's go" She pushed both the boys lightly forward and followed them out, closing the doors behind her.

Okay, a more appropriate term would be "slamming the doors." Bellerose slammed the doors. She always did it. Even though they were made of glass, they never broke because they were slightly reinforced at Chiron's request when he noticed that the girl always slammed the doors instead of being gentle with them. She kept telling him it was because if she closed them gently, they would open on their own after a while. Of course, it has been tested; it wasn't true. Turns out Bellerose Cassandra Hewings just liked slamming doors.

Even though the girl had been in the half-blood camp for many years, the local nature still fascinated her the same way. In the distance, slightly to the east, were fields of strawberries and other fruits. There were also plenty of flowers, their scents carried by the light breeze. A little closer there were stables with pegasi, an armory, cabins and an arena. If you looked around a bit, you could see a climbing wall, a dining room and even a theater.

Suddenly, thunder cracked across
the bright sky.

Bellerose stopped dead in her tracks, and lifted her head to look at the sky. 'Why the weather's like that? It doesn't look like raining in camp. Ever.' — she thought.

She overtook the two talking friends, and this time she really tried not to eavesdrop. It might be a bit difficult anyway, since her thoughts were now on the stupid weather.

As they reached the back of the Big House, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Percy's mouth drop open in shock. She wasn't surprised, because the views from here were also really beautiful. There was a lake nearby, on which a few people were kayaking. Practically right next to the Big House there was a volleyball court where a couple of satyrs and the Apollo kids were playing. Even more kids in orange T-shirts were chasing each other between the trees, others were practicing archery at targets.

At the end of the porch, there was a small, wooden table with an abandoned wheelchair by its side and another chair occupied by a man with a slightly red and greasy face. The man held cards in his hand and had sunglasses pulled over his nose. He was leaning slightly forward. Bellerose grabbed Grover's elbow lightly and pulled him aside, nodging. Leaning against the wooden railing, she watched with a smirk as Percy walked over to Mr. D.

    "It'll be funny, trust me, Grov," she muttered, leaning towards him.

    "Hello... I'm Percy Jackson" he said a little uncertainly. He certainly didn't hear Belle's words."The... new kid."

    "Peter Johnson is here!" Mr. D had exclaimed, leaning back on his chair. Bellerose snorted quietly and covered her mouth with her hand to keep from laughing.

    "All right" the boy nodded with a grimace "That's not my name. I'm looking for a camp director, or something... maybe you can tell me..."

Belle grimaced slightly and nudged Grover with her shoulder, giving him a glare. He looked at her too and shrugged helplessly. The girl sighed heavily. "You know, Perce, actually..." Bellerose interjected, watching as Mr. D looked at Percy over the top of his glasses. She would have liked to have just stood there and watch the show, but there was a risk that if Percy upset the director of their camp, he would be turned into a stone...a mosquito...or something worse, and then she would have to take care of him again in the camp's infirmary... "This is Mr. D, the camp director... Mr. D, this is Percy Jackson."

    "Well, thank you, Hewings," the man replied, taking off his sunglasses and placing them and the cards on the table. Grover pulled his friend aside a bit — probably to give him a little scolding — as Bellerose stared calmly as Dionysus slurped his Diet Coca-Cola.

    "Well, oh holy lord..." Percy began. Dionysus smacked his lips, shaking his head, and Belle, unable to contain herself, snorted softly once again. "I think my dad... Is around here somewhere. Actually, I don't know him, I don't know his name either... I don't see him, I mean... I want to finally talk with him. Is it possible?"

    "Is it possible?" the man began in a strange voice. "Oh, yes. Yes... my son."

Oh, the (Un)dear gods of Olympus! Belle's sense of humor was truly terrible, she knew that, but literally, within seconds she turned beet red, trying not to laugh, while she was holding onto Grover's arm tightly.

"Dad?" The surprise and hope in Percy's voice made Bellerose's 'i'm-fucking-gonna-laugh-my-lungs-out sense feel sorry for him for a moment. Well, yeah, just a moment.

    "Yes, Perry! You know, actually... Could you do something for your dad? Oh, there's the kitchen... Please bring me some from the vintage '89 wine... And then we can talk... About you, for example."

Trying not to burst out laughing was getting harder and harder. Bellerose had even let go of poor Grover, and instead of his arm, she was now gripping the wooden porch railing so tightly that her knuckles were white. She kept her other hand still near her mouth. Then, Percy ran into a centaur. Of course, not just an ordinary centaur, but the whole's camp's mentor, Chiron. However, he probably didn't notice the man's look yet, because he was too distracted by the task from his as-said daddy.

    "Oh, Mr. Brunner... But how... Well, anyway, can you explain it to me later? I'll just run to the kitchen to get a bottle of some wine for my father..." he started talking without even thinking. And, well, that was it. Belle finally burst out laughing, and almost immediately fell to the wooden floor, holding her aching stomach. Grover even tried to catch her, but failed.

The satyr stood off the side, his mouth was open quite widely. Dionysus watched expectantly. "But, dear Percy, Mr. D. is not your father... You know, he knows very well that Zeus has forbidden him... And demigods can do, well, all sorts of things for gods." the centaur explained, straightening his amrine. The God of Wine sighed heavily and muttered something under his breath. "Well, do you want me to show you around, or would you rather rest for now?" he explained sorta out the things. "Oh, miss Bellerose. Why don't you just show Percy around the camp later?" The man asked, raising an eyebrow at the girl doubling over with laughter.

She was kind of taken aback by his question. Belle wiped tears from the corners of her eyes, and quickly rose to her feet from the floor. She dusted off her clothes, then straightened up a little and mumbled; "Sure, I can show him around later, Chiron."

As Mr. Brunner, or rather Chiron, nodded and then started walking away in a direction only he knew, the three teenagers just looked at each other. Percy didn't seem to realize yet that Mr. Brunner, or rather Chiron, was a centaur. Belle thought, that maybe he was quite blind. Maybe. Then, Mr. D broke the silence between them.

    "Well, kids, blah, blah, blah... Are you playing rummy with me? Oh, and, Hewings, here, your Coca-Cola" Dionysus snapped his fingers with a boring expression, and an unopened can of Diet Coca-Cola appeared on the wooden table.

It was as if a certain turn of events had dawned on Percy. How did Mr. D didn't even mispelled Belle's surname?! And what's more, he gave her a Coca-Cola?! What was happening here?!

    "Thank you, Mr. D." she smiled slightly and bowed her head a little. So, Dionysus was kind enough to offer her a Coca-Cola today! Wohoo! Immediately afterwards, she disappeared into the living room of the Big House for a moment and returned with three folding chairs. She didn't care at this point if Grover and Percy wanted to play rummy too, as she wanted. Truth be told, she usually didn't care much about things. If she wanted to play rummy, she would play rummy.

So, now; to sum up how their game of rummy was going; Grover flinched every time cards were dealt, and he couldn't resist the empty aluminum cans after Dionysus and Belle had drank their's Coca cola's;  Mr. D. were slurping his Coke and cursing under his breath every time he lost, also while threatening that he will turn them into cockroaches (Belle had war flashbacks because of this); as said, Bellerose tried to answer Percy's questions as patiently as possible, while winning from time to time with Mr. D; and, of course, there was Percy; he was asking a lots of questions.

It ended with the camp director, pissed off at yet another loss, overturning a table and walking away, muttering to himself some curses under their adresses. Bellerose waved him off, as he walked away.

      Bellerose Hewings were showing Percy arount the camp, as she kind-of promised to Chiron. She was silent most of the time (that was kinda strange, as Percy thought), only sometimes she said something like 'look, we eat dinner here...', or 'look, you can kick someone's ass here...' — so, in short, she was definitely not very talkative now. They passed quite a few kids, obviously wearing eye-catching orange T-shirts, most of whom were pointing at them and whispering to each other. The girl seemed to ignore it, while Percy seemed to look around with a somewhat pitiful expression on his face.

Percy looked at the house they had recently just left. He wasn't t thinking it was that big... He looked at it until he frowned when he saw something move in the window on the top floor. "Hey, Bell, what's up there on the top floor?" He dared to ask. The girl didn't even look at him, she just pushed forward.

    "The attic" she answered briefly.

    "Someone was there..." he tried to continue.

She stopped, causing Percy to almost bump into her. She looked with narrowed eyes and towards the attic of the big house. However, she moved on. "Yes, rats... You know, big ones, the size of a person... They will eat you if you will be naughty, and so on..." She replied in a bored tone.

It looked like that was the end of their conversation for now.

After what seemed like an eternity, they stopped before a one out of the twelve cabin's. Brown paint was peeling off the walls here and there, and there was a caduceus sign hanging above the door.

    "This is cabin eleven, Hermes' cabin. Both his children and unclaimed kids live here." The girl explained. There were a lot of bunk beds inside the building, but there were even more people than as-so said beds inside. Some of them had mats placed on the floors. "Hey, people, listen!" she exclaimed, crossing the threshold. She didn't even had to shout very loudly, because the rest immediately quieted down. "This is Percy Jackson, he's new."

Percy also crossed the threshold of the cabin, but, well... He tripped, making himself... A bit... An idiot. A few people snorted, but Bellerose immediately spotted them and gave them a look that could said 'you better be quiet, because you never know who and when will put cockroaches under your pillows.'

    "Ordinary or unclaimed?" Someone asked. Percy didn't really know what to say to that, but luckily, Belle helped him.

    "Unclaimed." she said, quite blankly, crossing arms on her chest.

Everyone, all of sudden, returned to their activities.

The girl sighed quietly, and put her hand on the kid's shoulder and gave him a crooked smile, as she said "Don't worry, Perce. I, for example, have been here for... Something like six years, and still haven't been claimed."

    "For six years?" He asked in disbelief, with wide eyes. Belle nodded sluggishly, and directed him to the mat where his things were supposed to be. She sat down on one of the lower bed's, right next to his, and rested her head on one of the elements of the frame. A little ahead of her, she had Luke Castellan and his entourage in full view. She closed her eyes, nodding her head a little.

What she could of course expect was that, he would finally deign to approach Percy. After all, he was the Hermes' cabin counseol. The young boy immediately rose from his knees and stood in front of the elder. "Listen, if you want to abuse me, or something like that, then... Not today. I've had enough for today" he said, looking out of the corner of his eye at Belle, who was watching their exchange.

Luke Castellan was really tall and well built, she could say that. He had pale skin, allthrough he was always training in the sun rays. His black curls fell gently onto his forehead, and his brown eyes showed a real desire to help whoever needed it. He wore washed, gray canvas pants and an orange camp's T-shirt. On his feet he wore worn-out black converse. From his neck hung a black strap with five clay balls of different colors on it, and, of course, the only disturbing feature of his appearance was a scar stretching across his right cheek, starting under his eye and ending just on his jaw.

His scar was very similar to Belle's, except that the girl had it on her left cheek. Percy caught that.

    "Listen, I heard what you went through. And, I really feel sorry for you" Luke revealed honestly. "I know how it feels, believe me. I'm Luke." he added, extending his hand towards Percy.

    "Percy." He introduced himself and shook his hand, after looking at it for a moment.

Luke smiled slightly and turned to Bellerose, who was watching them carefully. "Hey, Rosie," he said calmly, tilting his head slightly.

She stared into his eyes for a moment, as if they both were having a some-weird, staring contest. Eventually, she looked away after a while, and rolled her eyes, a smirk appeared on her lips. "Hey, Lukey," she replied.

AUTHOR'S NOTE !

i. reminder; english is not my first language, so i can make some mistakes here. But if you see one, just tell me!

ii. this chapter is a bit lame, i know. but the most important thing is that our beloved Lukey-pookie appears here!

iii. i don't if the chapters will apear regurally, but i will try my best! and also, i'm so so sorry if this is cringe.

iv. I don't even remember what else I wanted to write here. Well, let's say that's it. Have a nice day/night/whatever!

————LEA !