Hey, I'm Atticus. I'm the true Son of Minervia. 17 years young. Camp Half-Blood Tutor. Roman in training. Original Jersey boy. Second Cohort.
I leaned against the door of my bedroom, watching the pup jump over to Aqua.
“I’m from Jersey, you know that.” I joked. “Oh, you’re talking about the dog.”
She rolled her eyes playfully at Atticus. “Of course I’m talking about this adorable puppy.” Aqua sat down and still played with the dog. “Why is he or she even here?”
“He is here as a birthday present from Jerome to me, though I think you’d like him more than me.” For a brief moment I remember the hellhounds that attacked me and Aqua on the train. I think about it often. But this dog wasn’t even close to those.
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“Then Finn it is.”
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Aqua lend against the wall and petted the dogs back - which he kindly remained calm enough. “Hm..” She wasn’t good at...
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