leon walked up to you like he would everyday to try and piss you off, his normal camp half blood shift one and his seven beaded necklace around his neck for every year he had been there. He didn’t know why but he just couldn’t be friends with you, was it because your fathers were constantly fighting against one another? Maybe. But he still like to annoy you.

“What are you doing death breath?” he asked using the same nickname as always as he leaned over the table you sat at.