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[color=cyan][b][i]Helen Lewis,

Camp Halfblood.[/i][/b][/color]

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Helen glanced at the girl who asked her if she hadn't see the dragon. Frowning at the other - Amy, though an unknown person for Helen - a scoff would follow. Had this girl never went on the internet? Amusement parks? Okay, fair enough neither had Helen an impressive track when it came down to amusement parks. But the modern day technology made it clear that making illussions and weird things wasn't impossible. This wasn't the 1940's! Just as Helen was about to make it clear to this farmer girl that she shouldn't be too fast impressed or trying to convince her of something that wasn't real. However, before Helen could do so the boy spoke up, Aiden. Raising her eyebrows, Helen would remain silent though there were some fitting replies in mind that she wouldn't mind sharing with the group. Considering that she could always sneer at the guy, Helen decided to remain silent to see if she perhaps could spot on this 'tour' where she could get food. 

Throwing another frown at the girl of before - Amy - Helen would start walking with the group. Hooking her thumbs at her pockets she thought of what her friends at home were up to. Perhaps drinking some light beers and enjoying their evening together at Charlotte's place? The thought made Helen even less content than she already was in the first place. As they would pass some guy that Aiden called an Olympic God, Helen was sure. That guy was more annoying than a hungover on a Monday morning Helen thought to herself. When they walked past and the guy saying something, Helen frowned. Throwing a confused look over her shoulder, she wasn't sure if she had heard it right. Wait! Why would she care? Yeah...

Throwing another confused look at the 'god' Helen wasn't sure...

Ending up at some cabin, Helen remained silent. A sigh escaped as Helen didn't want to care. Food was what she would accepted and welcome. Not anymore wizard, witchcraft or Harry Potter. For real, if they would expect her to run through some invisible wall, she would just book it. Turning around, Helen glanced briefly at the sky.

This would be a great story to tell the others at home.