#plotdrop 002

The days after an announcement like Chiron’s about Dexter Holt’s sword were always tense at camp. It’s something that lingers at the back of campers’ minds, eating away at them. As if the clouds that seem to hang above camp more and more frequently weren’t ominous and oppressive enough. However, this isn’t the first time camp has lost one of their own. Yes, these circumstances are seemingly more suspicious than usual, but there’s nothing more to than move on with their lives, right? Not for the Asclepius and Apollo cabins. Their most skilled campers are up to their shoulders stuck within the troubling aftermath. Troubling, yes. Testing blood doesn’t take all that long, but when the results came in, they felt it was needed to test them again. At least before warning Chiron, or the rest of camp. There had to be a mistake there, someone must have swapped the samples. This must be some really bad practical joke. While waiting for the blood results the sword is also tested for finger prints. Also quite a few times. Because these results just don’t make sense. Then finally, 6 days after the sword was found, a decision is made. The results are unwavering, despite the dreadful and illogical scenario they paint. And so, with heavy hearts, they bring their findings to Chiron. The next morning an announcement is made.

—— CAMP ANNOUNCEMENT

It was game day. First games of the season, actually, and he wanted to watch the Holyhead game Old habits died hard, he supposed. After leaving his shop in the manager’s hands, he headed into Wales to watch the home game. He was at a magical coffee shop about three hours before the game was set to start, and he needed a coffee before he went in to the stadium down the street. But his coffee had been made incorrectly. It was obvious that the caramel had been put on before the shaved chocolate, and that his cappuccino did not have all skim milk in it, like someone had started with two percent before realizing their mistake. 

In the process of bitching out the barista, the front door of the almost empty coffee shop opened, and he glanced back at it. He did a double take when he realized who had come in the door though, as did everyone else in the room. They did because the newest customer was a Holyhead professional Quidditch player, but he did because the woman was his ex girlfriend that he hadn’t seen in over half a year.