Another Terrible Day
“So you’re saying, he’s the son of Dionysus, the God of Wine?” Hermione asked her when while they’re heading at what Tonks called, ‘The Big House’.
“Yup. He’s like one of the teachers here. But he doesn’t like kids so…”
“I get it. I have to deal with like, another Ms. Umbridge?” Hermione joked.
Tonks snorted and put her arm around her best friend. “Yeah but, let’s just say Umbridge is only… two percent worse.”
“Lovely.”
The two friends laughed and continued their way through the campsite. She saw many cabins, thirteen to be exact. Tonks explained that each cabin are based on their godly parents. The cabins are blessed by the gods to protect their children once and that’s it. But, Tonks also said that the last cabin, Hades cabin, only had one demi-god in it. But he barely left the cabin. While they are on their way, they heard swords clashing. They stopped to see another blonde girl in the arena. She looks just like Gabrielle but older. She has her way with the sword and brought down any fighter that charged at her.
Tonks noticed Hermione studying the girl and explained. “That’s Fleur Delacour, daughter of Aphrodite. She’s Gabrielle’s big sister and she’s quite opposite of her.”
Hermione looked at her curiously. “Why?”
Tonks sighed. “Well… while Gabrielle is sweet and gentle, her sister is stern and pitiless. She maybe the daughter of the Goddess of Love, but she wants to prove that she’s more than that because almost all the daughters of Aphrodite are always worrying about their looks and always gossiping, she doesn’t want others to think that she’s like that. You would get use to guys falling for her and trying to court her but, she just looks at them without emotion and continue her way. That’s why she was always called Ice Queen. She looks at everyone except her sister coldy.”
“But you can’t blame her if she wants to be different. I mean, normal is not even a thing. Normal is just-“
“A myth?”
Hermione looked at her best friend and smiled. “Yeah.”
The two continued walking, not noticing the blonde looking at the brunette.
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The son of Dionysus, Alastor Moody, grunted when he heard the front door open along with a loud voice of a certain metamorphagus. He slammed his bitter coffee on the table and looked at the two teenagers that made their way to his table. Moody groaned and started, “Oh, you’re alive! Well I suppose that’s good news for you. But it means more paperwork for me!” He pointed at the newcomer. “So don’t expect me to be happy to see you!” He spat then shrugged. “But of course being alive is only temporary.”
“Is he always like this?” Hermione whispered to Tonks.
“Always. But hey, I did warn you!” Tonks patted her shoulder. “Welp, I gotta go do my duties as a camper! See you later, Hermione!”
“Really? You’re leaving me with him?”
“Can’t hear you, bye!” And with that, Tonks headed for the door.
Moody snarled and poked at a deck of cards on his table. “So, maybe if I go away and play pinochle for a few hours, things might improve, for me, not for you, you'd be dead!”
“Excuse me?”
The man rubbed his temples and sighed heavily. “Great! You haven't been debriefed. This is way out of my pay grade which is saying a lot 'cause I don't get paid.” He got up from his seat and yelled, “Someone find Professor Hay-for-breathe and tell him Heather Graham is awake, so he better clip-clop over here!”
“It’s Hermione Granger.” Hermione pointed out.
“Whatever!” He countered and then scoffed. “It’s just another terrible day. At Camp Half-Blood where everything’s the worst! When you’re in charge, it’s like you’re cursed!” He tried to pour some wine on his mug but it only became coffee as soon as it hits the bottom of the glass. He cursed and drank it anyway. “Well, technically I am cursed. One romp in the woods with Zeus' favorite wood nymph and you're stuck running a summer camp for a bunch of needy half-bloods…” He murmured.
“Half-Bloods?”
“Yeah, half-god, half-mortal, does no one watch the orientation film?”
“Did you say half-god?”
Moody waved his hand dismissively “Yeah and I half-care.” A knock on the door caught their attention for a moment. “Who’s there?!” If Hermione wasn’t deaf before, she is now. The door opened to reveal a dark haired girl with bangs. The girl was also crying but she tried her best to wipe the tears. “Cho Chang… To what do I owe the torture?” Moody grunted rudely.
“I was walking in the strawberry field with Cedric and we were holding hands and everything was totally normal and then I kissed him and all of a sudden he started growing sunflowers. Everywhere!” The girl, Cho cried out.
Moody scoffed again and said, “Look kid, I hate to be the one to tell you but I think that Cedric Diggory was also holding hands with a nymph that doesn't want to wish you well.” He walked around his table and in front of the crying girl. “And to tell you the truth, the best thing to do is to break up with the guy!” He bawled at the girl. “But then of course, who am I to give relationship advice. I ain’t no son of Aphrodite.”
Cho looked up and said, “But, he loves me-“
“He loves you not!” Moody interrupted. He pointed at the door. “Now out if you want to see your lover boy again!” with that order, Cho run to the door with a yelp. “Just deal with this, Alastor… It’s just another terrible day at Camp Half-Blood. I’m the son of the God of Wine and I’m dying of thirst!” He grunted and gulp another mug of black coffee.
“Wait, you’re an actual son of a god?” Hermione asked.
“Yes. Dionysus? The God of Wine? Ring a bell, girly? And the gods are real! Yippy skippy!” He went to his balcony with Hermione behind him and saw a Brown haired boy with his arm in a cast. Moody called him out. “Ah, Neville Longbottom. I see you’ve injured your arm.”
The boy called Neville scratched his head with his good arm. “I-I fell off a Pegasus…” He said nervously.
“You don't have flying lessons on Thursdays, you have archery!” Moody reminded.
“But sir! Those arrows are made of wood. A-And wood comes from trees! I can’t participate in any activity that encourages the senseless slaughter of our arboreal friends-“
“Enough!” Moody shouted at the poor boy who yelped and almost tear up. Moody groaned and leaned on the railing to put his head on his hands. “Oh god, just give me Ares or Apollo… Anyone but the Demeter cabin. Now Longbottom, now that you’ve blessed us, go talked to the Hephaestus cabin before I take a knife to my head and start stabbing!” His loud voice scared the boy to tears and he started backing away from the man. Before he disappear, Moody yelled out, “And stay away from the pegasi!” He scoffed and muttered, “Boys and their ponies…” He looked behind Hermione and saw someone familiar. “Ah! Speaking of ponies…”
“Hermione.” A deep voice called the girl.
The said girl turned around to find her professor. “Professor Dumbledoor!” she called out and went to the man on the wheelchair. “This weirdo keeps saying all this crazy stuff about nymphs and gods...” She sighed and asked, “What is going on? What are you doing here?”
The professor just smiled tightly and replied, “It’s… complicated.”
Moody laughed out loudly and said, “Oh kid, you have no idea about this place or your former mentor.” He snorted and earned a glare from the girl. “I don’t have time to fill you in on the details, but look!” he pointed behind her to where the man on the wheelchair was. “He’s also a centaur. God…”
Hermione looked back behind her and was shocked to find her professor who grew taller and his body was a half-horse. “Professor?!” She exclaimed. “You’re a HORSE?!” She held her head and yelled again, “What is happening?!”
Moody raised his voice too. “Well kid, you can hate it here. But I hated it first!” he made his way to his table to sit down again “And I’m always stuck with this runts in the muck and mud!” He exhaled deeply and shrieked. “Oh Goooooods!” He grabbed hiss mug again. “I need a drink… Enjoy your stay at Camp Half-Blood.” He then snapped his fingers and an orange t-shirt with the letter ‘CHB’ marked on the front appeared above the brunette and the shirt fell on her face.