Okay, so sorry this took so long to put together. I honestly kind of forgot about it. Anyway, this is Sirius arriving at Camp Half-Blood and meeting some new people.
"So where are you taking me exactly?" Sirius asked as Gleeson shoved him onto another airplane in Spain. Boy and satyr took their seats.
"Camp Half-Blood," Gleeson grunted. "It's a safe place for people like you."
"You mean demigods," Sirius whispered harshly. "But I don't understand. Where is Camp Half-Blood?"
"Long Island," Gleeson said shortly. Sirius glared at him.
"Could you be any more helpful? I have no idea where Long Island is!"
"New York." Gleeson turned to face Sirius fully as the plane took off. "That's in America. I'm assuming you know where America is Cupcake." Sirius scowled at the satyr and turned to face the window. He leaned against it and closed his eyes. Gleeson turned away from Sirius and crossed his arms.
The drive to camp was long, and Sirius was glad to get out and stretch his legs. He could see the pine tree at the top of the hill and was looking forward to getting to the camp. These people were kind of like his family in a weird twisted way. It was like Wizarding England. All the purebloods were related somehow and in someway.
At the top of the hill, Sirius could see the entire camp. Their was a large blue farmhouse. Next to it was what looked like a volleyball court and a basketball court. A bunch of blonde teenagers and what appeared to be satyrs were playing basketball. A few yards from the court was a stable. A tall black girl was leading a brown horse, no, a pegasus, from the stable with a shorter brunette girl next to her. To the left of the stable was an open air pavillion, and just a little behind the pavillion was a large group of twelve cabins, each one different from the next. On all sides of the camp were thick forests except one, which had a beautiful beach looking out onto the water.
"Nice, isn't it?" Gleeson smirked. He clapped Sirius on the shoulder and started down the hill. Sirius followed quickly behind him. Gleeson lead him down to the porch of the large blue farmhouse where a pudgy man with a red bulbous nose.
"A new one?" the man groaned. "I suppose I must say hello. What's your name again, boy?"
Sirius scowled at the man. This man reminded him far too much of his stepfather for his liking. "My name is Sirius Black."
"Well then welcome Stephen Blackett. Now if you all will excuse me, I am going to go take a nap before dinner." The pudgy man didn't say another word and left before Sirius could have a chance to correct him on his name.
"I apologize for him, Mr. Black," the centaur said. He had curly brown hair down a little past his chin. His chest was bare, like most centaurs Sirius had encountered. This one had a bow and quiver strapped to his back. "My name is Chiron. I'm the Activities Director here."
"Hello," Sirius said, sticking out his hand. He wasn't a fan of physical contact, but he figured he should do the polite thing. Chiron smiled at him and shook the proffered hand.
"I'll bring you to the Hermes cabin," Chiron smiled. "Luke, the counsellor of the cabin, can show you around from there." Chiron stepped down from the porch and beckoned for Sirius to follow him. "Come, Mr. Black. I'll bring you to Cabin Eleven."
Sirius followed Chiron past the stable, which he made a wide arc around, past the basketball and volleyball courts, past the pavillion and into the area with the cabins. In the center was a large fire pit with a young girl, around Sirius' age, tending the hearth,
"Who is that? he asked, gesturing towards the girl.
Chiron smiled at Sirius. "That would be Lady Hestia, Mr. Black. She's the..."
"Eldest god," Sirius interrupted. He looked up at Chiron's amused face. "Sorry, sir. I read up when my mother told me about my father is."
"Right," Chiron said. "She was the first born daughter of Kronos." Chiron continued on, but Sirius waved to Hestia before following him. She smiled gently and waved back. "Here we are." Chiron swung open the door of the last cabin in the row on the left. "Cabin Eleven." A tall, blonde boy stood up and stood in the doorway.
"Regular, or undetermined, Chiron?" he asked.
"Undetermined, Luke," Chiron sighed. The way he said it, Sirius got the feeling he knew exactly who his father was. "I'll let you show him around from here." Without another word, Chiron cantered away.
"Luke Castellan, Counsellor for Cabin Eleven, Son of Hermes," the boy introduced himself, sticking his hand out for Sirius to shake. Sirius did so with a slight smirk.
"Sirius Black, Wizard, Son of Thanatos," he snarked back at Luke. Luke's eyes widened.
"Like wand kind of wizard? And what do you mean son of Thanatos? Chiron said you were undetermined." Luke spoke quickly and quietly, hardly stopping for breath. Sirius grabbed his wand from the holster on his wrist and showed it to Luke.
"Yes, the wand kind of wizard, and I mean I'm a son of Thanatos. He's been sending me dreams. He just hasn't officially claimed me yet." Sirius spoke in the same tone as Luke, his voice betraying no emotion.
"He'll probably claim you at dinner or the camp fire," Luke said eagerly. "I've never met a son of Thanatos before." Sirius sighed. He hoped Luke wouldn't be a fanboy like Peter. He looked a little too old and mature though, so Sirius supposed he was safe for now. "Here, I'll show you where you'll be sleeping. You're in luck. A daughter of Hephaestus just got claimed." Luke stepped aside for Sirius to enter the room and shut the door tightly. Three other boys were sitting on the floor in the middle of the cabin, playing some type of poker.
"Newby?" the tallest of the three boys asked.
"Yeah," Luke grinned. "Chris, Travis, Connor, this is Sirius Black, son of Thanatos. Sirius, these are my half brothers. Chris Rodriguez is the tallest. Travis and Connor Stoll are the identical ones even though they were born a year apart. Travis is the eldest and he has about an inch on Connor."
"He does not!" the shortest boy shouted. Sirius supposed that must be Connor. "Are you really a son of the god of death Black?" Connor asked. Sirius nodded his head.
"Well, let's try to make him feel at home boys," Travis said. He pointed to a sleeping bag in the far corner of the room. "You can have that one, Sirius. Nyssa just moved out."
"Thanks," Sirius grinned. He dropped his two bags on the sleeping bag.
"I wouldn't do that," Chris snickered. "It won't last long without constant supervision."
"Try and touch it, you'll get zapped," Sirius replied simply. He stuffed his wand in his bag and smirked at the four boys. Travis and Connor grinned widely back at him.
"I think you'll get along just fine here," Connor said. Luke rolled his eyes at his brothers.
"Come on, Sirius," Luke said. "I'll show you around camp." Sirius nodded and followed the older boy out of the room.
"And these are the bathrooms and showers," Luke said, gesturing to the brown buildings in from of them.
"Hey, Luke," a girl shouted from behind them. "Who's the newby!"
Luke and Sirius both turned around to face the girl. She was older than Sirius by a few years, but definitely younger than Luke. She had stringy, brown hair, and was packing some muscles, but she was pretty in her own right.
"This is Sirius Black, Clarisse," Luke sighed. "He's staying in my cabin."
"Is he ready for the ritual," the girl, Clarisse, smirked. She cracked her knuckles.
"Just leave him alone, Clarisse," Luke groaned. He rubbed his hand down his face, like he was too tired to deal with this.
"Come at me," Sirius said before Luke could respond. Clarisse grinned, showing her teeth, and took a step forward. Luke put his hand on Sirius' shoulder to try and stop him, but Sirius just shrugged him off.
Clarisse sneered down at the younger boy and charged forwards towards him. Sirius crouched as if to intercept her, but at the last second he jumped to the side. Clarisse continued to barrel forwards. She flipped back to face him, and she growled at him. Sirius curled his lip in distaste and let her charge forwards again. Instead of sidestepping her, he grabbed her arm with one hand and used his elbow to slam into her shoulder blade and send her crashing into the ground. Clarisse rolled over to face him, open mouthed.
"You have relatives like mine," Sirius said quietly, "you learn to defend yourself quick." He held out his hand and helped Clarisse up. "Sirius Black, at your service, my lady." Sirius did a quick bow and kissed Clarisse's knuckles, the only thing he had ever really learned in all his pureblood etiquette classes.
"Clarisse La Rue," she replied. "Daughter of Ares. I must say, I wouldn't mind having you on my Capture the Flag team." Clarisse turned to face Luke. "What do you say, Castellan?" she grinned. "Our cabins team up?"
"What do we get in return?" Luke answered with a slight smirk. Sirius had a feeling he was already going to say yes.
"My cabin will do all the Hermes cabins chores until the next game?" Clarisse bargained, holding out her hand. Luke shook it with a nod of his head.
To clear up any confusion, only Luke, Chris, Travis, and Connor know Sirius is a son of Thanatos because they're the only people he told about his parentage. Please give me any feedback you may have. I take constructive criticism, but I DO NOT accept flames.