The Sun and The Sea

The Council of Cloven Elders

The taxi ride back to camp was painfully silent. Finley sat with her head propped up by her hand as her elbow rested on the ledge in the car. It was hard to tell what she was feeling according to Percy. Her face was an emotionless mask. 

Despite seeing her a month ago, Percy finally acknowledges the differences she showed after their last quest. He noticed them, of course, but it finally registered in his mind. 

She's what Sally Jackson would call a "beautiful late bloomer." She was cute before, but now she was beautiful. It was almost as if turning fourteen shortly after saving Annabeth and Artemis caused her to truly be beautiful on the outside. 

Her face had become angular, losing all its child-like softness. Her hazel eye became guarded, hiding what she actually felt inside. Small dust of freckles were sprinkled across her tan cheeks. Her long light brown hair that was almost always in a braid happily fell around her face. Golden sunglass were perched happily on the top of her head, keeping her hair from her face. Her nails were painted a dark gold, but the paint was starting to wear off. 

When they got to camp, Finley greeted Peleus, the dragon guarding the Golden Fleece, before turning to Percy. 

"I must meet Annabeth," she declared simply. "I'll see you later."

"Bye," Percy said quietly, but she was already halfway down the hill. 

The moment Finley found Annabeth, who got back from meeting Clarisse, she instantly started ranting. The other Athena campers left their cabin, knowing it best not to cross Finely. 

"Oh no," Annabeth closed her book, setting it aside. "You're angry. Why are you mad?"

"This wannabe Weasley appeared!" Finley flopped onto her best friend's bunk. "She just came through the window! Like who in the Hades goes through a window?"

"You like climbing through windows," Annabeth pointed out. 

"The Litte Muggle Bitch was like, 'You're in sooo much trouble. And you owe me an explanation!'" Finley mocked grumpily. "She knows about halfbloods."

"How-?"

"Apparently, dear little Perseus Jackson decided to try and vaporize her last winter."

"What-?"

"She's like Mama Jay," Finley declared. "She can see through the mist."

"So you didn't go to the movies?"

"No," Finley huffed. "We ran from the cops instead."

"Oh-"

"I swear Ginger Bitch better not be a little rat like Pettigrew," Finley growled. 

"Did you happen to catch her name?" Annabeth asked, trying not to laugh. 

"It's something that starts with an 'R'," Finley shrugged. "It's Rachel, Riley, or Reginald."

Annabeth snorted. 

"I think it's Reginald," Finey declared with a small smile. 

"Where is Percy?" Annabeth asked her light brunette friend. 

"Dunno," Finley shrugged. "I kinda left him at Peleus."

"That was kind of you," Annabeth grinned. 

"I know right! I'm so kind," Finley grinned. She got to her feet. "Well, I've got some stuff to take care of. Might as well do it now seeing as my day off got ruined."

"I can always help you."

"I'm good. You continue to work with Clarisse and Chris." 

Finley left.