[i]This is a bad idea.[/i] Paul thought to himself. He had done some stupid things before, everyone did. This, however seemed suicidal. Paul had only been here a few days or so, but even he knew that the things in "The Big House" were not meant for his eyes. 

He still hadn't gotten used to the idea of being a demigod yet. He went from Paul, average student at a prestigious boarding school in upstate Massachusetts to PAUL, DIVINE CHILD OF... he still didn't know who yet. The only person who would know was his [i]Mamochka[/i], and Paul never knew her. He'd feel a lot worse about being a divine bastard, but many of his Hermes cabin-mates were in the same boat. Most of the demigods of Camp Halfblood looked on his with mild neglect. Like he was a lost dog that everyone felt sorry for, but no one did anything to help. Everyone, that is, except Hermione. For whatever reason, she showed Paul genuine friendship, and even thought of this half-baked scheme to find Paul's true parentage. He still thought this plan was nuts, but hey, any excuse to hang out with a pretty girl was excuse enough.

He waited with her in the bushes, and just before he was going to say something about giving up, Mr. D and Chiron both left the House and made their way towards the dining pavilion. "Let's go." Paul said to his friend. "And lets try not to die."