Vergil is currently near the Pegasus Stables, writing something down. After a few moments, he scratched out his writing. "No, this won't do." He says to himself. He turns to the next page and sighs a little. On the paper, is a drawing of his father, Euri. After looking at it for a few minutes, he simply smiles and puts the book away. "Just look father," Vergil mutters to himself. "I'll make a name for myself." And with that, he sets off to the Hermes Cabin, his only home (until he moves into his mothers cabin, that is). Once he enters, he finds, as usual, some people there. 

His bag was on top of his bed (if you can call it one). It contained all his belongings: a camp half-blood shirt, some pens all assortments, drawings (mainly of famous writers and anime characters), a photo of his father and mother on their wedding night, and a book about Greek mythology. He puts away his journal and pen in their respective spots, and zips the entire bag up.

This was the last time he would ever really see the hermes cabin, and he was happy about that. No more stuffy nights sleeping on the floor and no more social interaction. It would just be himself in his own cabin. As he packed up, no one batted one eye at him. Why would they? He is not one of them, he never will be one of them. He will always be just a normal face in the crowd. 

As he left the Hermes cabin, the sun was setting in Camp Half-Blood. There were some people duing some studying before they let in for the night, there some people practicing their swordsplay, and others that are just walking around. It was a peaceful evening.