[center][h3][color=9e0b0f]James Oake[/color][/h3]
[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] Olympus Academy
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] No one[/center][hr][hr]

James wandered around campus absentmindedly, not paying that much attention to where he was going.  He made sure that he didn't bump into anyone - not intentionally, at least - and fiddled with a deck of cards.  Flourishing always calmed him down.

This would be his first year at the Academy, and he was a bit nervous.  Now, most demigods would send up a prayer to their godly parent.  Not James.  He wanted nothing to do with Hermes.  In his typical fashion, he didn't show his nerves and dressed to impress.  Black slacks, white button up, dark blue vest.  He was pretty sure that he would be one of the best-dressed people there.

After he finished his stroll, James sat down on a bench near where he entered the campus and started to focus on his cards.  The flourishes, which had earlier been rather simple, grew increasingly complex and elaborate.  He almost didn't notice the people who stopped to watch him.  Almost.  Looking up with a boyish grin, he stood and started really showing off.

[center][h3][color=00a99d]Serafina Lewison[/color][/h3]
[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] Olympus Academy
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] No one[/center][hr][hr]

Serafina walked contentedly onto the campus, a smile on her face.  It was good to be back.  She looked forward to seeing her "kids" again, and possibly "adopting" more.  It was an undisputed fact that Serafina was the unofficial mother of the Olympus Academy students, something that pleased her greatly.

As today was special, she had dressed that morning in a pretty light green sundress, brown sandals, and a white sunhat.  Her ever-present earrings didn't quite match, but she didn't really care; they were her good-luck charms.  Humming a tune under her breath, Serafina walked slowly to her favorite tree and sat down in its shade.

Looking around, she spotted quite a few people she didn't know and smiled happily.  Serafina was always glad to add to her family; if someone needed her, that's where she would be.  There was nothing greater than being a mother, she felt; she couldn't wait until she had a child of her own.  Like her mother, however, she would be faithful and wait for marriage.

People had wondered at the child of Hera for a while when she was first claimed.  Hera, she who hated unfaithfulness and bitterly persecuted all of her husband's lovers, had a demigod child?  The queen of the gods had explained it to Serafina, however.  Hera had felt that maybe if Zeus knew how it felt to be cheated on, he would stop.  It hadn't worked, not really, but Hera now had a daughter of her very own, and she couldn't be happier about it.