A slightly shorter chapter that will probably be important later on in the story. *Hint Hint*

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The plane ride to JFK airport was mostly normal for Sirius, at least until he fell asleep.

"Hello, Sirius," his father said, smiling down at his son.

"Dad?" Sirius groaned. He was tired. Couldn't he get a normal night of sleep for once? "What's up?"

"I need you to go into Manhattan, Sirius," Thanatos said. He stared at his son expectantly, waiting for an answer.

"Okay..." Sirius trailed off, not sure what to say. His father had come in a dream to tell him this?

"The Metropolitan Museum of Art," to be specific," Thanatos expanded on his earlier statement. "Chiron is there. I need you to give him a note."

"No problem," Sirius said. He grinned up at his father. "Did you really have to interrupt my sleep for this?"

Thanatos smiled at his son and waved his hand. The dream disappeared into black shadow.

Sirius woke up to a flight attendant shaking his shoulder.

"We're here, kid," she said, her voice thick with a New York accent.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, of course," Sirius grumbled sleepily.

He stretched carefully as he stood, not wanting to bang his head on the compartments above. Sirius stepped out of the row and grabbed his luggage from the overhead compartment. It was just a small knapsack - a gym bag, Luke had called it - with his trunk shrunken inside. He had plenty of clothes back at Camp.

Stepping out of the airport and into the streets, Sirius was quick to hail a cab. He climbed into the back and threw his knapsack on the seat next to him.

"Manhattan, please," he told the taxi driver. "The Metropolitan Museum of Art."

"You an exchange student from England?" the cabbie asked Sirius as he pulled onto the street. Sirius couldn't help the smile. Why were people always so curious?

"No," he replied honestly. "I have family here. I'm meeting a family friend."

"Ah," the cabbie said, and said no more, until he was asking for his pay, that is.

On the streets of Manhattan, looking up at the museum of art, Sirius found he wasn't impressed. After Hogwarts, after Olympus, not much actually did impress him architecture-wise. If Annabeth Chase could hear me now, he thought, she would kill me.

Sirius started to check all his pockets. His father had said there was a note he needed to deliver to Chiron, but he had never been given any note. In the back pocket of Sirius' jeans, he finally found the note. With a small smile, Sirius entered the museum.

It took Sirius five minutes to get to the back of the museum where the Greek and Latin statues were. He figured it would be the most likely spot to find Chiron. At first, all he saw was a group of kids, about twelve years old. At the very back, he saw someone he recognized. Grover Underwood.

"Grover," he hissed, walking up behind the satyr, in the guise of a boy. "It's Sirius."

The satyr jumped and turned around. "Sirius?" he asked. "What are you doing here?"

A few other kids had turned around. A freckled red-headed girl had spotted Sirius and was fluttering her eyelashes at him, trying to look pretty. Her friends had turned around and were mimicking her, trying to gain Sirius' attention. Sirius didn't even look at them.

"I'm looking for Chiron," he told Grover. "I have something for him from my dad."

"Grover?" a black-haired boy with sea green eyes next to Grover asked. "Who is this?"

"Percy," Grover said, "this is Sirius Black. We go to, uh, summer camp together. Sirius, this is Percy Jackson." Grover shot Sirius a meaningful look, and Sirius' eyes widened. This boy was a demigod. "Chiron's up in the front of the group."

"Thanks, Grover," Sirius said. He waved to Percy and weaved his way through the group of students to the front of the group where Chiron was sitting in his magic wheelchair.

Chiron broke off from whatever he was saying when he saw Sirius walking towards him.

"Hey, Chiron," Sirius grinned, walking over to stand up next to him.

"Shouldn't you be in Long Island?" Chiron asked surreptitiously with a raised eyebrow.

"My dad wanted me to give you this," Sirius said with a shrug of his shoulders. He handed Chiron the note, and the teacher quickly scanned his eyes down the note.

"Thank you, Sirius," Chiron said, his voice laced with underlying worry. "Tell your father not to worry."

"Mr. Brunner?" a girl asked. Sirius vaguely recognized the redhead from the group of girls who were standing by Grover and his friend. "Who is this?"

"Well, that's rude," Sirius snorted, flipping his long hair dramatically back from his face. "I suppose you're going to ask me why I'm white now, huh?"

"When exactly did you find the time to watch Mean Girls, Sirius?" Grover asked, dragging a reluctant Percy to the front of the group.

"Movie nights in cabin 11 every Friday, dude," Sirius grinned. "You gotta come. We're watching The Heat this Friday."

"You're all going to kill me one of these days," Chiron groaned under his breath, and Sirius and Grover burst out in laughter.