Mr. D, the last Olympian, the god of wine and insanity and for some reason sympathy, was incredibly pissed. Too pissed to even form coherent sentences.
"He-the kid-I fucking-BLEW THE ROOF OFF OF MY CABIN. Why he do this?! I mean-SON OF A BITCH!" He screamed, and threw his tiny, hair covered arms in the air. At the exact same time, grapevines broke through the soil and shot out of the ground like beanstalks. One demigod had to leap out of the way to avoid being strangled. Chiron sighed and assessed the damage, running his hand across his balding head.
The walls of the cabin needed repair, maybe even completely replaced since the ice had frayed the wires. And knowing Kaleb, the ice wouldn't be melted for a long time. A few months maybe. So there were the walls, the roof, the objects that were thrown about in a flurry of blizzard-like winds… gods dammit. The whole cabin needed to be replaced.
"WHERE IS HE? I'LL KILL THE BASTARD!" Dionysus screamed, pulling his hair out.
Children like fixing things, right? Maybe Chiron could fudge it and make rebuilding cabin twelve a 'team building' exercise and bribe the young demigods with marshmallows. But he couldn't lead the activity; he was leaving three days for Mount Olympus. If the children had the responsibility of creating the Dionysus cabin without his authority, he could only imagine the chaos. They would probably have ended up fencing with power tools.
Chiron was so deep in thought that he didn't notice a slight tugging on his shirt.
"Excuse me sir."
The centaur looked down, to find a very indignant face with gray eyes staring up at him. He smiled.
"Hello Annabeth." He said warmly, patting the eleven year old's blonde head. "How are you?"
Dionysus continued to scream in the background.
Annabeth put her hands on her hips. "Sir, if you don't mind me saying this, but I think leaving here for three weeks is the worst thing you could possibly do."
A hearty laugh erupted from deep inside Chiron's test. "And why is that?"
The child of Athena raised her eyebrows. "That." She pointed to the roof, coated with sharp, biting ice one hundred yards away from their feet. "I truly believe that the camp will be buried in snow before you come back. Now sir-" She objected, holding up a finger as if to put a pause to Chiron's laugh. "I'm not kidding. Either you take him with you, or this whole camp goes down. Or…" She paused, biting her lip. "You kick him out."
A glaze passed over Chiron's eyes, and a shard of sadness shocked through him. "Annabeth, it is our duty to protect demigods."
"Exactly, which is why he needs to leave." She countered. "He could really hurt someone!"
Chiron shook his head. "Until that happens, I will think about it." With that, the horse-man clomped away, his hooves kicking up dirt. Annabeth sighed as she watched him go, the wine-god still throwing fits in the distance.
"This is not going to end well."