"My year at Yancy Academy, to instruct you. We have satyrs at most schools, of course, keeping a lookout. But Grover alerted me as soon as he met you. He sensed you were something special, so I decided to come upstate. I convinced the other Latin teacher to ... ah, take a leave of absence."
I tried to remember the beginning of the school year. It seemed like so long ago, but I did have a fuzzy memory of there being another Latin teacher my first week at Yancy. Then, without explanation, he had disappeared and Mr. Brunner had taken the class.
"You came to Yancy just to teach me?" I asked.
Chiron nodded. "And your sister who wasn't there" He said glancing towards celeste "Honestly, I wasn't sure about you at first. We contacted your mother, let her know we were keeping an eye on you in case you were ready for Camp Half-Blood. But you still had so much to learn. Nevertheless, you made it here alive, and that's always the first test. Celeste too but it turned out that she had gone to some boarding school in scotland but she was safe"
"Grover," Mr. D said impatiently, "are you playing or not?"
"Yes, sir!" Grover trembled as he took the fourth chair, though I didn't know why he should be so afraid of a pudgy little man in a tiger-print Hawaiian shirt
"You do know how to play pinochle?" Mr. D eyed me suspiciously.
"I'm afraid not," I said.
"I'm afraid not, sir," he said.
"Sir," I repeated. I was liking the camp director less and less.
"And you girl?" he eyes Celeste who now broke out of her trance and had her straight face on.
"Why were you in a trance in the first place?" Pansy scoffed [she's one character i do not like much so ye]
"Imagine watching your mother die for the second time first it was lily now i watched mom die what do you expect parkinson"
Cue snape scowling at her calling lily by her name.
"I apologize for i do not"
"Well," he told us, "it is, along with gladiator fighting and Pac-Man, one of the greatest games ever invented by humans. I would expect all civilized young men and women to know the rules."
"I'm sure the children can learn," Chiron said.
"Please," I said, "what is this place? What am I doing here? Mr. Brun-Chiron-why would you go to Yancy Academy just to teach me?"
Mr. D snorted. "I asked the same question."
The camp director dealt the cards. Grover flinched every time one landed in his pile.
Chiron smiled at me sympathetically, the way he used to in Latin class, as if to let me know that no matter what my average was, I was his star student. He expected me to have the right answer.
"Percy," he said. 'Did your mother tell you two nothing?'
"She said ..." I remembered her sad eyes, looking out over the sea. "She told us she was afraid to send us here, even though my father had wanted her to. She said that once I was here, I probably couldn't leave. She wanted to keep me close to her."
"Also that my letter had mentioned to send me here along with my current school" Celeste said
"Typical," Mr. D said. "That's how they usually get killed. Young man, are you bidding or not?" Celeste now had a hidden glare at him i looked at her warily before answering
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Nyctophilia
Fanfiction||A person who loves night or darkness|| When during a feast in hogwart in the middle of Celeste Amaris Potter's 5th year at hogwarts there is a flash. demigods, gods, weasleys, sirius, lupin, moody, minister of magic, malfoys all are teleported int...
