[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=SlateBlue]Athanasia Theroux[/color] [/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=SlateBlue]Location[/color][/b] Courtyard of CRS[/center]
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[color=SlateBlue]"Leave them be? Their the ones trying to eat us! Us being you and me at the top of the hour'de'vous menu!"[/color] Athanasia pointed out to the slightly older Arthur. Her voice rising to a panicked squeak as a locker was pitched over Mona's head, skipping over the contents as they clattered about the floor. Though watching the paper float on Eddie's created by their retreat, the pale girl got a horrible idea. Balling up the paper in her hands told it was as tight as she could get it, Athanasia turned slightly to hurl it at Roman's line eye.

[color=SlateBlue]"So if we're half-blood or whatnot, then what are we half of?"[/color] Athanasia called after their goat legged gym teacher as the paper ball smacked harmlessly against Roman's chest with no effect. Even as she asked the question, the ten year old was dreading the answer. What had her mother kept from her? Why? As young as she was, Athanasia had no trouble believing in the Greek myths. What she had trouble with was- [color=SlateBlue]"And why do they want to eat us?"[/color]