Jason packed his bags and glanced across his bunk for what he hoped was the last time. He focused on Thalia's alcove, before realizing she was gone – most likely putting the finishing touches on their trip.
Struck by a sudden bout of fear, Jason cracked the door and looked outside. The cabin's were buzzing, readying themselves for inspection. He eased the door shut and breathed deeply for a moment. In, out. In, out. Putting any doubts behind him, Jason swung the door open wide. Whatever strength he had found was quickly lost on sight of the now cleared row. He watched as Annabeth knocked politely on each door, clipboard in hand, and entered for inspection. She repeated this process seven more times, making her way towards him. His heart struck with guilt as Annabeth reached Cabin 3. Poseidon. Feeling like an interloper on a private moment, Jason slipped back inside his cabin. He glanced around once more. Satisfied with the bunk's cleanliness – not so keen on the emptiness – Jason turned to sit on his bed.
"Hello Jason," Rachel said coldly in a familiar voice, though one that did not belong to her. Unsurprised by her sudden appearance, as such had become morning routine, Jason replied wearily.
"Good morning, Juno. I take it your well?" The last statement held an ounce of sarcasm. The motherly god could not die, but had almost faded away during the summer.
"You are aware I am called Hera in the East, Hero. You still refuse to call me this?" Juno's voice carried a touch of amusement at this, though Jason wasn't in a laughing mood.
"Yes."
"So be it, Hero. Someone is coming, be prepared, my Chosen One," The Greek goddess poured form Rachel and dissipated, leaving whispers of "Jason" on the wind.
Rachel rubbed her eyes groggily and realizing Cabin 1 was not the cave she'd come to call home, turned to Jason and confirmed her suspicions.
"Again?"
Jason eyes met the cold stone eyes of his father and sighed, "Yes."
"The woman needs to find a hobby."
"She already has, torturing demigods and the clear-sighted," Annabeth had entered unnoticed, inspecting the cabin while it's camper was occupied, "Four out of five."
"Also known as, me," Rachel sighed, her nose scrunching up as the group detected a foul smell.
"And me," Annabeth walked to the doormat and began scrubbing her foot against it roughly,
"Will she ever stop sending me cow poop to step in at every turn!"
"I could ask next time she possesses Rachel," Jason said, smiling at Annabeth's misfortune, " I hope you know your washing that."
"I hope you know I'm on the verge of punching you in the face," Annabeth's snapping tone
giving away her irritation at Hera's favored one.
"Okay we get it. Juno loves Jason, Hera hates Annabeth, can we go get something to eat now?" Rachel walked towards the door, intent on leaving them behind if they were to continue this line of conversation.
With that, the decidedly unhappy trio trudged off to breakfast, unaware of onlooking eyes.