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Amadeus Hawthorne II walked into the cabin of his mother texting on his Blackberry, his manservant Gregorovich at his side carrying his duffel bag. The butler dropped the bag on a spare bottom bunk before doing a routine check around the cabin, looking for explosives, terrorists, etc. "All clear, Amadeus." The son of Athena raised his gaze to the bodyguard, nodding once. "Thank you, Gregorovich. I think I am capable of handling it from here." The manservant gazed around the cabin once before sighing. "This camp brings back memories, Amadeus." The recently claimed son of Athena stowed the phone in his pocket, smiling lightly. "I am sure it does." Gregorovich studied his employer, checking to see if he'd brought everything. "Do you have all you need, sir?" "Of course." "Do you have my cell phone number." "I've had that number since before I was born. I will be fine, Gregorovich. And don't you have a convention in Ireland to attend?" The bodyguard looked at him warily before giving him a pat on the back. "Your shipments are due to come in tomorrow, sir." "Yes, I realize that. We also both know you are simply dillydallying because you are afraid to entrust me in the care of a centaur with a deadly weapon." Gregorovich pursed his lips before giving Amadeus a final pat on the head and leaving the cabin, closing the door softly behind him.

Amadeus didn't like the cabin one bit. It was such a small living space, compared to his manor in Ireland. Apparently it would have to do for the next few years or so. He looked up as he heard a female voice call out in greeting. He saw a brunette give a wave to him from a top bunk, along with warning him about his phone. Amadeus smiled graciously. "Of course I do. I made special changes to my phone's signals so that it is encrypted, and therefore less able to attract monsters. It was quite simple." He strolled a little closer to her, studying her face. The smile she had was forced, he could tell. Amadeus wondered if he intimidated her in some way. It wouldn't surprise him one bit; he intimidated most adults, much less a sister a few years younger than he. He held out his hand after a moment. "Amadeus Hawthorne II. I assume you would be my younger half-sister?"

Amadeus smiled with amusement. Apparently, he bothered the girl the girl more than he had once thought. Humph. Ah, she reminds me of my fourth grade math teacher, the one who wished to smack me a hundred time over. I drove her insane shortly afterwards. Amadeus smiled, his hand dropping to his side again. "Ah, no need for the sarcasm. Or the 'sir,' for that matter. Gregorovich calls me that simply because he is employed by my family. Now, may I know the name of my only sibling?" He watched her fold the blanket, not daring to explain to her the much more efficient way to do it. Amadeus would have to live with her, so he planned on not having her despise him as much as the rest of the world did. It was going to be difficult, of course, ut nothing he couldn't handle.

Amadeus sighed lightly. Adele's emotions were conflicting with one another it seemed, so perhaps she'd give him a chance if he were to close his mouth for a few moments. He walked away to his lower bunk, looking through his duffel bag for the plans for his next scheme. They would have to be more devious than usual, seeing as he was stuck at this camp for the magically gifted. Amadeus didn't know if his roommate would object to his illegal activities, so he would have to keep her busy while he made preparations in the cabin. He found the olive-colored blueprint, turning to face Adele so she wouldn't see his work. Amadeus frowned when he reviewed the canvas. He could have sworn he had already worked out step four back at the manor in Dublin. Tsk, he was slowly getting off task. He would have to work on that.

Amadeus folded up the blueprint immediately when he heard Adele's voice behind him. "Nothing of dire importance." He slipped it into the inside of his suit jacket, into one of the many pockets that had been especially sewn for his clothes. No one needed to know how he planned to steal one of Van Gogh's undistributed artworks for himself. It made a thief a legend if they could steal it from the hands of another, and Amadeus planned on adding his name to the list. He stepped away from Adele, only to turn around and face her once more with a pleasant smile. "Care to give me the grand tour of the camp?"