"Great," said Paul as he dried himself off and reached for the shirt Hermoine had been holding on to. "At least my shirt stayed dry." After that, the rest of the day seemed pretty straight forward, almost normal by Camp Halfblood standards. Paul got the tour of Ares cabin, and got his stuff moved in. Other than some light teasing from his new sibling, they were actually decent to him, even Clarisse. Paul didn't get to see Hermoine again until after dinner time, and Paul's dreaded date with the camp bathroom. At least Hermoine told Paul she would try and help him, so the son of Ares didn't think it would be all that bad.

After nearly three of the worst hours of Paul's life, he mentally kicked himself for thinking it wouldn't be all that bad. But it was done, and Paul believed you could eat off that damn floor. When they were done, and sitting outside of the now sparkling boy's bathroom, Paul turned to Hermoine. "Thanks. If it wern't for you, I'd be here all night."