Disclaimer: I don't own HP or PJO, nor do I intend to purchase them in the near future.
Author's Note: Chapter 2! Okay, I changed some things; Luke is evil, but he is still at camp, because he just makes stories better. Also, Thalia is still there. In the story I refer to something as a sacapuntas. Sacapuntas is Spanish for pencil sharpener. I just really like that word, so please bear with me. I hope you enjoy it!
The large group of them trudged over the hill to where the cabins, volleyball courts, arenas, and other pointless places were. Snape had gone with Mr. D. and Chiron to the big house, while the younger people headed towards the volleyball courts. Zorra kept a very small distance between herself and Draco as she followed him. It was around 9 in the morning, because, due to the time change between the UK and New York, it was as though they were back in time. Very Star Trekish. As the group of supernatural adolescents passed the volleyball courts they saw some people playing volleyball. A girl dressed in all black with spiky black hair was yelling at a boy who, like the former, was dressed in all black. The boy was face down in the sand. "In your face, Nico!" the girl gloated. Annabeth provided the explanation,
"That's Thalia, the girl in black. She has some anger management issues; she's a daughter of Zeus, the king of the gods. The boy who missed Thalia's serve is Nico. He's the son of Hades, the god of death," Draco couldn't help but smile at the thought of a child of death, "and we think he may be bipolar, or he has multiple personality disorder or something, because ever since he found out he was the son of Hades he has been hyper, then dark, then hyper, then dark.
"The boy standing next to Thalia is Luke. He's evil,"
"But majorly hot!" butted in Zorra. It was clear that Zorra only really cared about appearances. Annabeth continued by introducing Tyson, the Stoll twins, and Clarisse. They all headed up towards the cabins.
"You're going to have to pick a cabin to stay in tonight. I suggest that you pick one that has people in it that are like you," Annabeth said as they approached the Zeus cabin. "This is the Zeus cabin. Zeus is the king of the gods. Right now, its only occupant is Thalia," they walked some more, "This is the Dionysus cabin. You met him earlier; he's the god of drunks, insanity, and wine."
"Drunks and wine! Count me in!" Ron exclaimed as he paraded up the steps into the purple cabin.
They walked some more. "This is the Athena cabin, my cabin. Athena is the goddess of wisdom. All of the people in here are really smart," Hermione walked in and Annabeth resigned her duty as tour guide over to Luke while she showed Hermione around.
"Okay, so next we have the Aphrodite cabin. This is where all of the hot kids go. Aphrodite is, like, the goddess of sexiness or whatever," Luke said. Zorra rolled her eyes.
"So do mean to say that this is the cabin of eternally hot girls?" Draco asked, lifting one eyebrow. "I am so staying here."
An overly delighted Zorra led Draco into the cabin (which was painted hot pink and was full of shrill girls). They were then led over to the Poseidon cabin. "This is where Tyson and I stay," Percy stated proudly. Harry decided to stay with Percy and Tyson because he felt that he and Percy could discus some hero tactics, and complain to each other about having to save the world every 2.5 seconds.
Fred and George had been whispering suspiciously to Connor and Travis Stoll the entire time, and when asked which cabin they were to stay in, they decided on Hermes. Nico looked over at them; ever since the Weasley twins had arrived, he knew that they were up to something.
After a day full of totally boring and weird stuff, they all settled down for a dinner. Fred, George, Connor, and Travis all walked in together wearing identical black t-shirt.
"Weasley and Stoll Inc." Percy read slowly off of the t-shirts, proving that he wasn't as stupid as most of the world believed him to be.
The Weasley and Stoll twins all nodded proudly. "What exactly do you sell?" Hermione asked skeptically.
"Oh, you'll see," George smirked.
Everyone's attention was temporarily drawn astray when several shouts came from the Hephaestus table. Zorra let out a shriek of fear when she saw what had happened. Draco's face was pale as he stared down at his hands. "What happened Baby-Dracerdoodles?" Zorra inquired, using the horrid nickname that she had just made him. One of the Hephaestus kids explained,
"I had just made this bronze sacapuntas and I said that it was the most powerful sacapuntas in the world. I guess that Mr. Malfoy didn't believe me, because he went and stuck two of his fingers into it."
Everyone looked at the bloody stumps that were once Draco's middle fingers. "I guess he won't be flicking me off any time soon," Ron joked. Zorra was about to deliver a very carefully aimed kick at Ron, ending the lives of all of his future children, when she noticed something going on at the head table.
Mr. D. sat next to Snape as they discussed the different techniques of torturing children, while the Weasley twins, followed by the Stoll twins, crept up to the table. Mr. D.'s glass of Coke was perched at the end of the table.
"Professor Snape, do you know if it is possible to lick your elbow?" Fred asked as innocently as possible.
"To tell you the truth Mr. Weasley, I've never tried."
"But Professor, we really want to know, and we figured that you, being the exceptional genius that you are, would be able to tell us," George smiled, batting his orangish eyelashes.
"You flatter me," Snape snarled sarcastically, "but really, I don't know."
"Why don't you try then?"
Snape looked hesitantly over at his new bestest-buddy, Mr. D., who shrugged casually. Slowly, Snape lifted his arm and began to try to lick his elbow. The other arm was supporting the elbow as Snape, his neck craned out, eyes popping out of their sockets, and tongue stretched as far as it could, whimpered slightly as he tried to lick his elbow.
Travis Stoll slowly reached towards Mr. D.'s glass.
Just then, Snape stopped trying to lick his elbow and glared at the Weasley twins, "I can't do it. You must have known all along that it was impossible."
"Honest, Professor, we had no clue," George said, fighting back a surge of laughter. "But we heard that it helps if you use a table."
Snape lunged down, desperate not to be beaten, and leaned his elbow on the table. His neck was stretched down as he let out shrill little yelps.
Mr. D. was staring fascinated as Snape tried. He didn't see as Connor Stoll dumped some liquid from a little vial into his glass of Coke. The Stoll twins nodded to Fred and George.
"Thanks Professor for all of the help!" Fred and George harmonized; mischievous grins splattered across their faces.
Back at the table (they had all decided to sit at the Hermes table) they found Ron unconscious on the floor under the table (they supposed that he had passed out from laughter), Hermione grasping the stitch in her side, and Harry gasping for breath.
"Why'd you need to get Snape to lick his elbow?" Harry asked between fits of laughter.
"A distraction; we needed to distract Mr. D. long enough to slip something in his drink," Travis explained.
"In case you didn't know, we've started a company," Fred said.
"Our own brewery, I guess you could call it," Connor smirked. "We wanted to test it out on ol' Dionysus up there to see how well the stuff worked."
"You mean you're drug dealers? Did you just spike Professor D.'s drink?" Hermione cried in disgust.
"We prefer to call ourselves crafters in the fine art of brewery," Travis stated. "We did put something in his drink, but just as a test. During the day we installed a bar, dance floor, stereo system, and of course a disco ball, in the Hermes cabin. We're going to make it an awesome night club; all in a day's work for Weasley and Stoll Inc.
Both sets of twins stared admiringly down at their custom made shirts. Everyone began to eat the tacos that were for dinner except for Grover and Nico. Grover was frantically wolfing down napkins as Nico just stared at Hermione.
Fred, George, Connor, and Travis kept sneaking glances up at the staff table. Mr. D.'s speech was beginning to get loud and slurred as he talked to Snape. "I've got more fan girls than you could ever have, Snape!" Dionysus roared.
"I'm going to have to contradiction you on that one Dion, I've had more than you could ever dream of," Snape replied coolly in that sexy monotone voice he always used.
"Well at least I'm better looking than you!" Mr. D. yelled; the Weasley and Stoll Inc. product was surely taking effect. "Back in my days of young, they called me 'Hot Bod Dionysus'!"
"Well, under all of these devilishly handsome black cloaks I wear, is a body that would instantly win me Hogwarts's Next Top Model."
"LIAR!" Mr. D. yelled, and with that he proceeded to rip off his shirt and trousers, so that he stood only in his undersized briefs (which had grapes on them, if anyone was wondering). He did a victory lap around the eating area, stumbling all the way. "Who's the hot one now, Sev?"
"Not you," Snape smirked. Mr. D. was about to yell back a reply, but passed out right there.
Everyone who was in on the joke turned to look at the Weasley and Stoll twins. All four of them were grinning broadly. "I think it worked well enough," George said.
The rest of dinner was a bit calmer than the first part until Chiron made a special end-of-dinner announcement. "As all of the campers here know, we have two very special games that we play here. They are Capture the Flag and Chariot Racing. Since we want to make the wizards and witches who have come to visit feel welcome and accepted, I have decided that we should have one of these games against them. Since they are the guests, it is up to them which one we play tomorrow."
Harry, Hermione, Draco, Fred, and George all looked to each other, and then to their new demigod friends. "So what exactly do you do in these games?" Hermione asked Thalia.
"Well, in Capture the Flag, you try to capture a flag, and you're on teams. But in Chariot Racing, you ride in chariots, you race, and each chariot is a different team. You can also use weapons against each other."
"Are they deadly games?" Draco asked with a bit too much enthusiasm.
"Only Chariot Racing really is," Thalia replied.
"We want to do Chariot Racing!" Draco yelled up to Chiron.
"You are so mean, Draco!" Hermione whispered to him. He then tried to make a rather rude hand sign to her, but found that his middle fingers were cut off. He groaned angrily while Hermione giggled.
"For the Chariot Racing tomorrow, I would like to let you know the rules. We usually have a team per cabin, but since we have all of these newcomers, the newcomers may form alliances with whomever they please, no matter which cabin they are in. For the newcomer teams, there is a maximum of 5 people, minimum of 2. You will get chariots tomorrow that you may tinker with however you please, and you will be able to choose from a wide array of weapons. Wands are permitted."
Everyone immediately began making alliances; the wizards being the preferable partner, due to their wands. Zorra immediately grabbed Draco, and Clarisse grabbed him too. Draco, desperate not to be the only guy on the team, chose Luke, who he thought had a very good outlook on life. Percy chose Grover and Harry. Tyson, the living magnet, insisted on being on Percy's team too. Of course, the associates of Weasley and Stoll Inc. decided to be together. Thalia chose Nico, because shoppers of Hot Topic have to stick together. Annabeth chose Hermione. "I want Ron to be on the team too," Hermione said.
"Ooh, me too!" Annabeth gushed, maybe a bit too enthusiastically. She then looked around, "Where has that little ginger gotten too anyway?" Everyone looked around and they realized that Ron wasn't there. Luke then gasped and let out a big stream of swears that only a servant of Kronos could have pulled off,
"Something is under the bloody table, and I just hit my foot on it!" He moaned. Annabeth leaned under the table and squealed,
"Ron! What are you doing there?"
"Oh, I remember now," Connor exclaimed. "When we tricked Snape, we came back and found Ron unconscious under the table! I figured he had just passed out from laughter."
"That's not how he passed out," Thalia mumbled sheepishly. "He was drinking and he choked on an ice cube."
"Wow, that's majorly pathetic," Hermione smirked.
"Why didn't you tell anyone?" Harry asked Thalia concerned.
"Hey, I never said I was a nice person. Actually I found it kind of amusing."
Grover pulled Ron up onto the table. "How do we wake him up?" Hermione asked frantically.
"There's only one way," Grover said in a very determined voice. He then proceeded to bang Ron's head against the table several times. Hard. Ron woke up, groggy, but still awake.
Everyone headed to their cabins that night, excited about the upcoming race. Off in the distance you could hear loud music blasting from the Hermes cabin, as well as screaming; probably a result of Weasley and Stoll Inc.'s new night club. Unknown to the self absorbed teens, still passed out on the dinning room floor, lay Mr. D., forgotten and alone, fighting a major hangover.
Author's Note: That was Chapter 2 (incase you had no idea). I hope you liked it. I would just like to mention that I had received a question for Chapter 1 about how Ron had known about Pokemon. I would just like to tell you not to look too deeply into this and not take it too seriously. You may also wonder how Mr. D. could get drunk on just one glass, also how the wizards could do magic over the summer holidays; I would just like to make it clear that I don't put tons of thought into this, and neither should you. I wrote this merely to amuse myself (and possibly you), and to maybe kill a few of your brain cells while I'm at it. So remember to review, and give compliments specifically on what you liked, or give constructive criticism. Thanks for reading! Have a demented day!