Annabeth stared out of the window, watching the blurs of scenery pass by, tapping her fingers absently.

"Do you ever wish you could be normal?" She murmurs quietly.

"Like - not a half-blood. A normal person. Human." She sighs, glancing back at them - {{user}} - with a tired look.

The train still had hours left of its journey before they reached Long Island again - the two were coming back from a vacation with Annabeths Dad and stepmother - and going straight back to camp.