Back at Camp, people were still staring at her, but they were splitting it between her, and a new girl, an eight-year-old daughter of Ares, named Clarisse La Rue. She was a really good fighter, according to everyone, but Jude hadn't met her yet. She yawned a little, maybe she should go to sleep. She hugged Hestia, and trotted tiredly to the toilets to wash her hands and face before bed-time.

She was rubbing her eyes as she walked in, and she didn't see that anyone was there.

"Hey! Watch it you little - What the heck happened to you?"

It was an unfamiliar girl, and she towered over Jude much like Dudley always had. Jude unconsciously slipped into the position Uncle Vernon had her stand in whenever he yelled at her, right before he let Dudley take a go at her. She swallowed. She knew exactly what the bigger girl was talking about; her body was littered in scars, and some of her bruises were only just fading, and her left eye was just barely returning to a normal colour after her two weeks at camp.

"Well? You gonna answer me?"

Jude slowly shook her head. She braced herself; the kids at Camp may not be very mean so far, but who knew?

"I'm not gonna hit you. I'm Clarisse, daughter of Ares. I'm eight. Who're you?"

Jude cracked one eye open, her face still scrunched up. "You sure?"

Clarisse looked peeved for a moment. "Of course I'm sure that I'm - oh, you mean I'm sure I won't hit you. 'Course I won't. Now who are you, exactly?"

"I-I'm Jude, daughter of the Big Three. I'm four, and very sleepy."

Clarisse laughed. "You're funny, you know that? So you're the kid that everyone's been talking about? I'm getting ready for bed, too. Hey, wait a tick," Clarisse held up her one index finger. "If you're the daughter of the Big Three, then which cabin d'you sleep in?"

Jude couldn't help it, really, she couldn't; she giggled.

After that, it became quite obvious that a certain daughter of Ares had taken a certain four-years-old under her wing.

Hestia didn't mind - now there were two people who bothered to talk with her.

"C'mon Clarisse! Let's get him!"

It had been a few years, now, and Clarisse had taught Jude how to fight, and actually gotten her to open up about the Dursleys. Jude had had to practically drown her to keep Clarisse from trying to leave Camp and attack them. That was when she was five. Now she was six, and she and Clarisse were playing in the woods, trying to catch Daniel Roe, an Apollo kid that had taken Jude's doll last month. The guy had thanked them a week ago for not attacking him, and that they were growing up to be good little girls, weren't they?

They saw him going to the woods a few minutes ago, and had gone after him, Clarisse with her electric spear that her dad had given her for her birthday, and Jude with a blade from her father's. Daddy had convinced Dad and Father to mix the celestial bronze with Stygian Iron, so that Jude had a greater advantage over monsters. To be truthful, Jude was shocked that they had agreed.

Clarisse had actually come up with how to differentiate between her fathers. Zeus was Father, Hade was Daddy, and Poseidon was Dad. She had drawn straws to choose who was who, and had sent them letters telling them about it. For some odd reason, this wasn't normally done. The letter writing thing, that is. But, back to attacking Daniel Roe.

Jude let out a loud scream, like the one in the Civil War movie that Clarisse had shown her. A rebel yell or something. Daniel jumped and fell over. Right next to a puddle. Jude moved the water so that there was some all over him, then closed his feet in rock. Clarisse shouted and stabbed his arm with her spear. Daniel screamed at her.

"DON'T! CALL! MY! FRIEND! NAMES YOU BIG PRICK!" Jude shouted at him, then she kicked him. He screamed again. Oops… she hadn't meant to electrocute him! His hair was smoking, now…

Clarisse raised her eyebrows at Jude. "You're an angry little midget, you know that?"

"Aw, stuff it."

"After two years, you'd think that the accent would be gone… C'mon, Chiron wanted us before lunch."

"It's after lunch, Clarisse."

"So?"

Jude shrugged, then jerked her head toward Daniel, "What about him?"

"What about it? Come on!"

"Oka-ay…" Jude tapped Clarisse on the shoulder. "Beat you to the Big House!"

"Oh, no you won't, runt!"

"Come and get me, War Girl!"

"DON'T CALL ME WAR GIRL!"

And so it went, as they raced, dashed, sprinted, and cheated to get to the Big House. Clarisse won.

"Hah. Hah. Heh…" Clarisse panted, leaning on the door frame.

Jude raised an eyebrow and opened the door "Beat you inside!" she yelled, just before she stepped inside.

Clarisse rolled her eyes. "You're worse than I am… Come on, let's find Chiron."

They found him a few minutes later, playing pinochle with Mr. D.

"MR. D!" Jude nearly shrieked. She ran over to hug her favourite wine god. You would think that after two years the goat people (she stubbornly refused to call them Satyrs in her head) would stop staring at her like that…

"Er, well, yes," Mr. D mumbled. "Chiron, I'm guessing their being here is your fault?"

Chiron nodded. "It is, though I was expecting them sooner…"

"We were playing chase. Sorry, Chiron," Clarisse said. No need to tell them WHERE.

"MM. Well, I was talking with Mr. D, and remembered that you, Jude, have never been to school. There is a small one in the next town over, and…"

"NO! I know how to read Mr. Chiron! I don't need to go to school! What about the monsters?"

Jude's eyes were wide, and Clarisse held her and glared at Chiron. The man should know that Jude was afraid of almost everyone that wasn't at Camp, or wasn't her parent.

Chiron sighed, and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Judida, We won't force you to go, but it might be good for you, you need to learn to be more comfortable with other people, and school would help you with that-"

"NO!"

Mr. D smothered a chuckle. Chiron sighed again. "Jude, if you would please just consider it I thin-"

"NONONONONONONO!" Jude screamed. No strangers. No strangers. No strangers.

Clarisse withheld the urge to slap the centaur and grabbed her friend's shoulders. "HEY JUDE! Quit!"

Jude hiccoughed and looked at Clarisse warily. "No school," she squeaked, and buried her head in Clarisse's arms.

Mr. D chuckled and looked at Chiron. "Well I think that answers your question Chiron. No school indeed." He chuckled again.

Sorry I haven't updated in so long! But I'm taking a break from Addams-ish Potter to plot out the sequel and put Jude up, so, yay. I'll try and update more often, I really will, but I'm fcused mainly on Addams-ish.

Thank you for reading,

Mercy. 6/20/2010