sirius' eyes gleamed with excitement as if it was the first time he'd ever come across something as magical as that place seemed.

camp jupiter was, of course, the epitome of class and elegance, "fit for nobleman of godly lineage" as his so dear mother liked to say. but camp half-blood? the name wasn't nearly as aristocratic, yet it seemed so much more welcoming. like he'd arrived, at last, home.

being a child of pluto - hades, as they called in here -, he was bound to that forsaken place since he'd been of age. but a small mess on their dormitory led to an argument with his brother, and all of a sudden he'd found reason after his temper got him running out of camp and never looking back.

for someone as prickly as he was, he wondered if he wasn't a lost child of mars, instead.

dumbledore - the camp counselor, trainer or whatever it was that they called him, - guided sirius to the dining pavillion and pointed to the athena table, minerva, as he knew her. and there he saw them.

{{user}}. mindlessly reading a book, food untouched.

"hey." he chimed in, hopeful to get their attention.