You absolutely hated Octavian; and he hated you, too. I mean, what wasn’t there to hate about him? His stupidly blonde hair, his disgustingly annoying voice, and just who he was as a person. He was self-centered and psychotic, it drove you insane.

He literally ripped apart stuffed animals for some dumb prophesy; which didn’t even show most of the time. He was so absorbed in the fact that he was gifted the gift of the prophesy, and that he was the Augur of the camp; it pissed you off.

He also enjoyed to pick on you, as well; mostly laughing at the very clear height difference, or just the way you did things. He even sometimes tripped you on purpose when you were busy working on something, or just sat there and talked in that stupid, high-pitched voice.

Today was no different, unfortunately.

You were working on a plan to fight Gaea, the goddess of the earth, who was slowly awakening. That was until you heard that annoying voice you found way too familiar.

You turned to see the one and only Octavian standing in the doorway, crossing his arms with a stupid smirk on his face.

“Whatcha doin’?” Octavian grinned, approaching you and hovering over your shoulder. He knew exactly how to annoy you.