GrapeHufflepuff
Academics weren't his strong suit. He couldn't read well, he was terrible at science and history. Don't even get him started on math. He'd rather play sports, even though he wasn't good at that either. The thing he loved the most, was building and creating.
Chosen, she was chosen. This was not one of the things on her mind as she raced through the forest, though. She needed shelter, food. She was chosen, and she had plenty of sponsors to pull her through. She knew that, but hated relying on other people. She wondered if her trainer was glaring at her for not asking for sponsors, or not. She hoped the latter. She hated being chosen.
Dormant. That's what they called the state that sons of Hades went into when they preserved energy and life. Dormant. It sounded like they turned into mice or something. He hated it.
Maybe it was possible, maybe it wasn't. He didn't have a choice. As he sized up the chasm, he wondered if he was going to die. He hoped not. This jump HAD to be possible. He was a demigod, so maybe he could use the water at the bottom, even though it didn't look friendly. Here goes nothing!
Twisting, flaring, twirling. The flames leaped up high, cascading down in a swirl of sparks. The heat and glow highlighted the starry night, the moon faint in comparison. Marshmallows weren't worthy of this magnificent bonfire.