A/N: This is kind of stupid, but I got this idea after I woke up and looked in my mirror. I'm not a total bedhead, but my hair does poof out a lot. And this is probably REALLY stupid, to be posting yet ANOTHER story when I already have millions. Oh well. So… without further ado, I present to you Magda!

Magda: {glares}

Ginger: whoops! I don't own PJO!

Percy was bored.

Senate meetings bored him, unless they were about important things. Even though this was important, he was still bored, waiting for the vote.

After Jason had come back, they had decided to take a vote: bring Jason, their old praetor back, or keep Percy, their new praetor. Percy had a feeling (as well as he was hoping) that they would choose Jason. If they chose him, he would have to stay at Camp Jupiter. And as much as he liked it here, Camp Half-Blood was his home. He had to go back.

Reyna looked up. "All in favor of bringing Jason Grace back as praetor?"

The whole Senate raised their hands. It was decided: Jason was the praetor again. Percy breathed a sigh of relief before realizing that Reyna was talking to him.

"Percy? Would you like to say a few words?"

Percy nodded. He didn't really, but they deserved to know why he was happy to leave the praetorship. "I wanted to just say this: I-"

He was cut off as a girl entered. She looked around, a stare going on from underneath a mess of frizzed up hair. She looked afraid, and her hands shook, though she was plainly trying to keep them steady. A low, menacing growl echoed in the vast room, putting everyone on edge.

The girl shook her head, clearing the rat's nest she had for hair away from her face. She looked to be about sixteen; her eyes were revealed to be a deep, dark green, and her nose was crooked, as though it had been broken in a fight before. Her skin was not overly tanned, contrasted by the deep brown and tattered shirt she wore. She looked up and around, daring anyone to speak out against her appearance in the room.

Hazel burst in, panting. "I'm sorry!" she cried. "She just barged right past us! And when we tried to stop her, there was an aura around her so we couldn't touch her!"

Percy looked at Hazel, his gaze asking, We?

"Me and Frank," Hazel admitted. "She crossed the Tiber with no problem."

Percy turned towards the strange girl. "Who are you?"

She looked up at him with a cold stare, trying to act confident. "My name is Magda." She said, her voice shaking slightly.

"… Okay. As much as we all love knowing your name, who are you, really?"

Magda glanced around, unashamed. "I grew up with Lupa," She announced, and the Senate started muttering uneasily. "And I am not a demigod."

Half the room gasped. If that was so, how was it possible that she was here?

Annabeth stood. Percy's heart swelled; she was so beautiful… "You are not a demigod," she mused. "Then how can you see this place?"

Magda shrugged. "Lupa always told me I was special." She looked as through she was letting on more than she said. Maybe Percy would ask her about it later.

Now that Percy thought back to it, he had seen a girl with Lupa's pack. He had taught her many words; she hadn't known more than a few.

And that was when Hera (Juno, whoever) appeared. She came in a flash of bright light, blinding a lot of people for a few moments. When Percy regained his sight, it was spotted with dark dots. He shook his head to clear them away.

Hera smiled graciously. "Heroes, the seventh has arrived." She looked pointedly at Magda, who stared straight ahead, an unreadable expression decorating her face. "Be sure you take good care of her," Hera said, though it sounded almost like a warning. The goddess disappeared, leaving nothing but a lotus petal, drifting to the ground.

Piper put her arm around the girl and said, "Why don't I take you to go get cleaned up a bit?"

Magda nodded absentmindedly. Her mind was clearly elsewhere. Piper led her away, and the girl stumbled along.

Reyna raised her voice. "The Senate is dismissed." She then said in a quieter voice, "Jason, Percy, will you stay here?"

Percy sat again, while Jason remained standing.

"I think that… she's different." Reyna said, referring to Magda. "I think she was telling the truth when she said she wasn't a demigod. But all the same, she does seem powerful."

Jason nodded. "I agree. She's not a demigod."

Percy sighed. There went his afternoon at the baths…