Jory was a nice guy. "Doing the laundry! I had forgot the laundry! Oh, man! I have lots of dirty clothes to pack!" She rubbed her forehead and grimaced. "You could owl me too." She grinned. It would be nice to receive a letter. She hardly received letters. "Um... I'm going, I want to talk with Asher... he's dancing!" Annabeth waved once again to Asher. Staying there with the seventh year old's was making her depressed.