A/N: I've been thinking for a while that since I've written Tratie, I should put Connor with someone and this is the result of that. I hope you enjoy it and remember to tell me what you think in a review.
The Spell by Alphabeat
Connor's POV
There was something about Joanna, daughter of Hecate. She was just enchanting. The moment she'd arrived at camp, only a month ago, as she was shepherded over the hill past Thalia's tree by one of Grover's satyrs, I'd found myself thinking about her and her surf green eyes.
I'd never thought about any girl that way – it was as though she'd put a spell on me and I didn't know what to do.
I spent every moment following her.
She'd even caught me out yesterday.
"Connor, are you following me?" She'd asked, smirking slightly.
"Erm…" I dithered, shuffling from foot to foot. It was remarkable – she had even made me feel guilty despite the fact that, as a son of Hermes, I stole stuff on a daily basis and didn't suffer from any form of conscience.
I'd seen awesome displays of her power with magic – I didn't doubt her ability to put a spell on me and draw me closer like a puppet on a string. She did something to me in a way I couldn't define, so I decided to tell her.
"Whatever you're doing, you're doing it well. What's the secret, won't you please tell 'cause me head is spinning around and you're all I can think about?"
The thing was, that even though I was sure I was under her spell and it was working, I didn't care. She was just so beautiful, so natural and so easy-going. She didn't scold me for playing practical jokes, but laughed along with me. Perhaps, the magic wasn't her spell; but the fact that I'd fallen in love with her anyway.