Author's Note: Hey, guys! I want you to know that I'm now accepting OCs. It's for the initiates of Brooklyn House and the Campers at the Camps. (This is the form: Name, Age, Magician or Initiate, (if Magician) What path, (if Camper) Child of what god/goddess, (if camper) What camp, Personality, Appearance, Background, likes, dislikes.) I am sorry in advance if Anubis is out of character! Glee, Disclaimer please!

Glee: Sweet, I get to do the disclaimer! Apollo Holmes does not in any way own Percy Jackson and co. or the Kanes and co. They're owned by Mr. Rick Riordan. If Apollo did own them, she'd make this into a book!

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Anubis

I hate Greeks. Romans even more so. They attacked Egypt multiple times, killing many of the people. What's more, they made the Egyptians worship those Greek and Roman gods, whom I despise. Especially that narcissistic musical one. Can I have my body back now? Asked my host, Walt Stone. Walt, we made an agreement, did we not? I am in control for 3 days, you for four. Fine. I left it at that. "Wait. You guys are magicians?" Asked the smart blonde girl, Annabeth. "Yes." I answered. "Cool! I mean, it's really weird that there's another pantheon out there, but cool." Said the annoying son of Poseidon, Perseus."So, what's your story, Andrew?" Asked the blond one, Jason. He was smiling in an odd way, as if he knew that I was hiding something. I had almost forgotten that I had chosen Andrew as my pseudonym. "Oh." I said. I then proceeded to tell them Walt's back story. "That's harsh, man." Said Perseus, putting his hand on my shoulder. I growled. "Do not touch me." I said in Ancient Egyptian, in a dialect that not even some of the gods remembered. Perseus backed up. "Andrew, calm down. Can I talk to you, by the way? Alone?" Asked Carter. I smiled. "Of course, Carter." I said, stood up, and followed him into the hall. "Why are you hiding your actual name, Anubis?" Asked Carter. I sighed. "If those Greeks and the Roman turn against us, we must have the element of surprise. Therefore, I hide that I am a god." I explained. "True. However, from their stories, they seem trustworthy." Said Carter. I sighed. "Carter, anyone can make themselves seem trustworthy if they try." I said, and walked in the medical room to find the Greeks and the Roman throwing pillows at each other. Jason saw me and threw a pillow at me. I caught it with my hand, almost smiling.

No. I would not become happy by anything a Roman or Greek did. Especially a demigod Roman or Greek. Jason must have seen that I almost smiled, because he threw another pillow at me. Perseus did also. The pillow-throwing game had deteriorated into Get-the-god. I smiled, throwing pillows at the group of Greeks. Carter threw a large pillow at the Roman. "What happened in here?" Asked a strongly Irish-accented voice. I turned around and saw Sean, one of the initiates. Percy smiled sheepishly and put a pillow behind his back. "Anyway, Cleo made cookies and Dulche de Leche. There's hot Sahlab downstairs, also. I told the other initiates it was for the guests so they wouldn't eat it all." Said Sean. I smiled. I love Sahlab. I had it all the time as a child. "Last one to the kitchen's a rotten egg!" Shouted Carter. I smiled competitively. "In that case, I'll see you downstairs." I said, and ran downstairs. As a god, I had superhuman speed, which helped.

"Well, hello Speedy Gonzalez." Said Cleo, one of the initiates of Brooklyn House and currently studying the path of Thoth, along with Sean. I remembered that Thoth mentioned that those two mortals were his favorites. "I think that's a compliment." I guessed. I heard someone come behind me and got out of the way. Annabeth had been the last one to the kitchen. "You're really fast." Said Percy, skepticism in his eyes. I felt nervous. "I work out a bit." I shrugged. Annabeth, Carter, Jason, Percy, Piper, and I sat at the terrace. I grabbed the Sahlab Cleo made and gave everyone each a glass. Sadie, Felix, Alyssa, and Cleo joined us. "Hey, guys." Said Cleo, pouring more Sahlab for the extra people at the table. I passed out plates and gave everyone a piece of Dulce de Leche. I smiled, watching more food magically reappear on the plate. Cleo had read a multiplying scroll while making it, it seemed. I grabbed a chocolate chip cookie. "So. Who in the name of Osiris started the pillow fight?" Asked Sean, who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere.