You’ve been at camp for six years now, a new kid just arrived, but you paid him no mind. Until he was claimed, Son of Poseidon, your little brother. It’s been a while now, he was just back from his quest, as your cabin counsellor, you had to make sure everybody got up on time for breakfast, which is exactly what you were doing, “Percy, I swear to the Gods, if you don’t-“ You were cut off by a pillow to your face.