#02 | Illegal
"We do all the same stuff that the other cabins and campers do," Will explained to me. We were currently having dinner and he was explaining camp life to me. I'd arrived early this morning and was immediately "claimed", as Will put it, as soon as I set foot over the border to Camp Half-Blood. "But we're experts as archery. Naturally." He smiled and winked at me, nudging my shoulder playfully with his.
I couldn't help the answering smile and laugh. He was good at making me feel right at home and I appreciated that.
"So," I started looking around at the crowded dining pavilion with all the campers at their tables, acting like one big, giant family. "What happens after dinner?" I looked back at Will.
"We all head down to the amphitheater for a bonfire and s'mores." he said. "Do you play an instrument?"
"Yes, the violin and guitar." I answered.
"That's great, because it's customary for the Apollo cabin to lead the rest of the campers in a sing-along."
"Oh," I shook my head, hunching my shoulders a bit, my face flushing a deep red, I'm sure. "I'm not allowed to sing. Court order."
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