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CAMARIA RUSHED DOWN THE stairs and nearly tripped on the last step. Today was the day Newt and Theseus were coming back and she just barely woke up to voices speaking loudly.

She ran into the living room and wrapped her arms around the first body she encountered. Theseus. Her arms wrapped around his neck and chuckled softly.

"Is been long, Sea." She mumbled into his chest.

"Indeed it has." He hugged her back briefly and sent her a kind smile before pulling away.

Camaria grinned as she saw the youngest Scamander looking out the window, watching the hippogriffs on the lawn. She quietly walked over and placed her hands over his eyes.

"Guess who!" She bit her lip to hide her excitement.

"Hm... Camie?" He played along and then turned around to embrace his friend in a large hug.

Camaria smiled softly and held Newt close to her. She's missed him so much. It's been a long time since both Theseus and Newt have been here, and Camaria grew lonely. She hid her face into Newt's chest and sighed happily.

"How was Hogwarts?" Camaria asks the brothers, but mainly Newt.

"Good, tons of homework though ugh." Theseus complains and then leaves the room to rest and to give the two some space.

"Newt?" She pulls back from him and looks up at his freckled face.

"Good, Leta and I are still the loners I guess." Newt shrugs, unwrapping his arms from her small frame.

"I doubt that, Leta seems nice though. Even if I haven't met her it's nice to know someone is watching over you besides me."

"But what about you, Camie? It's been awhile since we've talked." He takes a seat on the couch, gesturing her to join him.

"Pretty good, I decided to write to my dad now. And Auntie Arty is coming over soon. I'm not sure when, but she said she'll come when she can so she can meet you and Sea." Camaria grinned happily.

"Now come here." Newt opened his arms with a large grin.

Quickly Camaria took a spot next to him and rested her head against his chest as his arms wrapped themselves around her body. They stayed quiet for a while, both unsure about what to say next.

"I have snacks ready!" Amelia called and popped her head into the living room, smiling at the two.

"It's you favorite Cami."

"Apple slices and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches?!" The girl sat up.

"Well come on Newt!" She tugged on his arm and began to giggle quietly as he tried to keep up with her quick walking.

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"A-And the dog?- Newt I can't do this." Camaria pushed the book on the bed and sighed.

"Yes you can, do you want me to read this to you instead?" Newt tries.

She nods slowly, pushing her hair over her ear. "Please."

Camaria rested her head on Newt's shoulder, listening to him read 'Peter Pan'. Her eyes followed his voice on the page, trying to connect what she heard with rhe words she read. But they were always jumbled up.

It was hard for the young demigod. She often confused words she read with other things when she tried to read them outloud. The 'w' would look like an 'm', the 'd' would look like a 'b' and vise versa. But for some reason she could read Latin and Greek perfectly as if her dyslexia didn't exist.

As Camaria listened to Newt read she snuggled closer into his side. She smiled small when she felt his arm wrap around her and pull her close. She also felt a small tint fall on her cheeks when she looked up at his freckled face, watching his green eyes read the page effortlessly.

It was an odd feeling for her, she didn't understand it at all. For sure she'll ask Artemis about it whenever she gets here. But after the hours that Newt got back those- emotions would rise. She'd long for his touch, to be next to him, to do something with him.

She didn't understand these feelings, but she's heard her aunt, Aphrodite, briefly explain to her when she was younger that you would get those feelings when you began to like someone. And Camaria was confused because she did like Newt. And Theseus and Amelia. But she didn't have the same feelings when she's with them.

Newt sensed his friends distress and looked down at her worriedly. He kept his arm around her and placed the book on his lap carefully.

"What's bothering you, Camie?"

"Nothing, I'm fine. Continue reading, I'm listening."

"No. Somethings bothering you, what's wrong?" Newt pulls his arm back and turns his body towards her.

"Promise not to laugh?" Camaria looks at her lap, fidgeting with her hands.

"Promise." Newt nods, looking at Camaria and wonders what's going on in her head.

"I don't know how to describe it... but I feel like- like I'm getting these feelings for someone. And they're good feelings at the bottom of my stomach. It's silly I know, but I'm just curious on what those feelings are."

"Oh, I know what you're feeling. I feel them as well for someone I know. It's called crushing, well that's what Theseus and Leta call them."

"Oh." Camaria nods slowly and looks at Newt, her brown eyes glazing over his freckled face.

"I think I feel like that towards Leta, I mean we've only know each other for a while but I can't help to feel a connection, you know?" Newt looks down at her, his eyebrows furrowing as he sees her small smile turn into a frown.

"Oh." Camaria drops her gaze at Newt to her hands. She felt a small tug at her heart hearing those words coming from his mouth. She knew that he was just oblivious to her feelings, but it sort of stung.

"I uh," Camaria clears her throat and blinks quickly. "I have to write to my dad."

"I get it." Newt picks up his books as Camaria looks down at a small journal, hiding under one of the books.

"What's this?" She picks it up.

"Nothing." He takes the journal back and accidentally brushed his fingers against hers, causing Camaria to hold her breath for a moment.

"I'll see you before dinner?" Newt asks as he heads to the door.

"Uh, yeah." She smiles tightly and then looks out the window, not wanting to watch him go.

Camaria hears the door close quietly and she sighs deeply. She looked at where Newt once stood and rubbed her face softly.

She found herself sat on her desk with a quill and ink, along with and piece of paper. Camaria was either going to regret doing this, but she honestly needed some advice. She began to think about the right words to write down and then allowed the quill to touch the paper.

'Dear Dad,'

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I am lowkey obsessed with writing this book.