Klarie's PoV

"You wanna wear that? " my cousin complained "I'm calling Fashion Police! "

I looked at my dark jeans, white T-shirt, snow boots, and grey winter jacket and white gloves. I patted my hair and to see if my brown bun was still in tact.

"You call fashion. " I grumbled "I call ice. "

"Shut up! "

"You shut up! "

Before we can continue bickering. Jason overlooked our fight and snorted "You can bring that to the quest. But you are not wearing that to a warm place. "

"I thought we were friends! "

"Stop being so cold. " Jason told me. "Thalia's telling me to hurry up. See you there! "

I huffed as I rummaged through my closet.

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Xilver's Pov

Ah Klarie. The coldest daughter ever born, the boss, the shadow hunter, does not know that it's not winter.

Very funny.

Let's face it. I wasn't better dressed myself.

Mostly, to all you girls out there, dress like your mood. If your happy, wear bright colors. Sad, dark, mad, dark also, depends on what you want to wear. Or what you mood is.

I look at the common room of the Ravenclaw. I saw Simon and Jason talking with Sophia Richards.

Guilt washed over me when I looked at Simon, I had a crush on him since the day I met up Klarie after they got kicked out.

I sighed and picked my backpack up. We were taking the train back, and fly all the way to America. This is going to be weird....

Claire's pov

I looked at the castle I left behind.

I hate to think that I'm leaving. My life is torture enough.

"I know." Alex said, we were in the train back to the platform. "I miss Hogwarts too."

I wiped my eyes. "Just once, I wish I could change who I am. Why can't I pick who I want to be?"

Alex shook his head "Sometimes the world needs you the way you don't want to be."

He had a point.

Callie's pov

"Another suicidal quest! " Leo spat

Frank nodded

We decided to sit by house because of the situation between Jason and Thalia.

I concentrated on the steam of the engine of the train. I'm a daughter of Notus. We have that ability.

I looked at the trees passing by. I remember the time my mom trained me to climb.

"Faster!" my mother said. "It's too thick!" I complained "Why am I doing this anyway?"

My mom scowled at me "I said the same thing to my mother, we climbed trees in case of danger or if we need fruits. She always said 'Stand brave. Stand strong. Stand tall.' I would never allow myself to show weakness again. And neither shall you."

I looked at my mother. I have always admired her. But I never thought she had a hard time as a child.

I snapped out of the thought. I felt a tingle at my finger. Meaning that the train was slowing down.

So I quickly made a prayer.

Oh, gods of Olympus I prayed If I am to die. Let me die in a place where I always dreamed of. Allow me to die knowing that my father cared for me. Was my struggle not enough?

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