Hermosa/wtm/

7

My Dinner Goes Up In Smoke

"Cute."

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Word of the bathroom incident spread immediately. Wherever I went, campers pointed at me and murmured something about toilet water. Or maybe they were just staring at Draco, who was still pretty much dripping wet. 

Percy snickered when she realized where they had been reading.

He showed me a few more places: the metal shop (where kids were forging their own swords), the arts-and-crafts room (where satyrs were sandblasting a giant marble statue of a goat-man), and the climbing wall, which actually consisted of two facing walls that shook violently, dropped boulders, sprayed lava, and clashed together if you didn’t get to the top fast enough. 

“THAT IS SO DANGEROUS!” Banshee Weasley yelled.

Percy covered her ears, “Son of a Hera! Why are you yelling!? And that isn’t to bad…”

Finally we returned to the canoeing lake, where the trail led back to the cabins. “I’ve got training to do,” Draco said flatly. “Dinner’s at seven-thirty. Just follow your cabin to the mess hall.” 

“Draco, I’m sorry about the toilets.” 

“Whatever.” 

“It wasn’t my fault.” 

He looked at me skeptically, and I realized it was my fault. I’d made water shoot out of the bathroom fixtures. I didn’t understand how. But the toilets had responded to me. I had become one with the plumbing. 

“You need to talk to the Oracle,” Draco said. 

“Who?” Blaise asked.

“Who?” 

“Not who. What. The Oracle. I’ll ask Chiron.” 

I stared into the lake, wishing somebody would give me a straight answer for once. I wasn’t expecting anybody to be looking back at me from the bottom, so my heart skipped a beat when I noticed two teenage girls sitting cross-legged at the base of the pier, about twenty feet below. 

“GIRLS?!?! DO YOU LIKE GIRLS?!” Granger yelled.

“Yes, I like girls, I think they are very pretty and smart.” Percy smirked, making many in the hall swoon.

“That is against God!” Hermoine yelled.

“I don’t worship God, I worship the Greek Gods Sweetheart.” Percy said plainly.

They wore blue jeans and shimmering green T-shirts, and their brown hair floated loose around their shoulders as minnows darted in and out. They smiled and waved as if I were a long-lost friend. I didn’t know what else to do. I waved back. 

“Don’t encourage them,” Draco warned. “Naiads are terrible flirts.” 

“Jealous is green~” Naya sung softly.

“Naiads,” I repeated, feeling completely overwhelmed. “That’s it. I want to go home now.” 

Draco frowned. “Don’t you get it, Percy? You are home. This is the only safe place on earth for kids like us.”