Lorenzo Berkshire had grown up around magic. It was normal to him. Magic was great. Fun. It came to him easily.

And so he had learned to...accept some things that seemed otherwise unthinkable.

Like ghosts and mermaids and exploding chocolates and flying toads.

Now, all of the things listed above seemed relatively normal compared to Greek gods. He didn't give much thought to the existence of God, much less gods.

But apparently nothing was too crazy to be real.

He was rather ruffled at the thought of the offspring of the gods and muggles- called half-bloods- coming to their school, even for a semester, as a sort of hi, hey, we acknowledge your existence! no war, please and thank you! a...proof of good will was what Dumbledore had called it, and after conversing with the demigod camp director, a centaur named Chiron, it was decided that a select few campers would come to Hogwarts to establish good connections.

Lorenzo didn't like it, not one bit. Especially not when one of the half-bloods had gotten sorted into Slytherin.

So there he was in the common room, watching the sole slytherin half-blood fidget to no end and light various things on fire.