[center][h3][color=red]Tara Niklos[
Gods, not this crap again.
Blah blah blah blah blah blah don'tkilleachotheroncampusgrounds blah blah blah.
Tara shook her head, her attention going from the headmaster to the people in the crowd around her. How so many people she despised could be in the same room at the same time she had no idea, but it was a thing that happened. As much as her brother annoyed her, at least he actually backed it up. She rubbed her chin again. Still burned. A sigh, then a pause--her eyes fell on Stella and her brother. The children of Zeus-the good looking, powerful, attractive demigods who seemed fated to rule the school, as it were. And rule it Stella appeared to, the damn Queen Bee of the entire stupid fawning hive. She didn't hate Zeke quite as much as she did Stella... He was an idiot, that was for certain, but she had to admit he seemed tough-through work, not so much by birth.
She made a short, disgusted sound, then looked to the side--And another version of her own personal horrors confronted her. Another daddy's little girl, actually-Vivian Corette. Her egotistical brother was there too, the latter of which she knew a little bit toooooo well through Jonas. The former... The former she was glad she didn't know. Being around her was just...
draining.
It was at this point that she started to wonder if she naturally hated blondes.
And... Counterexample. Clarissa Price. Brunette and still on the hate list. Actually... Except for maybe Stella, highest. She generally disliked Aphrodite kids the most, to be honest. All beauty. Generally low brains, low brawn. Sometimes smart but that intelligence was normally consumed with manipulations and subterfuge, not anything useful or straightforward. They tended not to fight fair... And Clarisse was just like the rest, another manipulative queen type, as far as Tara could tell. Gods, if anyone flirted more than she did... It'd be illegal in 49 states.
Tara's mind returned to the present. She dully noted a brown haired girl talking to her brother--looking for the party, no doubt. Tara went every year, even if only as a reminder that all demigods acted like stupid children when drunk. Normally, kicking rabble out was up to her, and she had to admit...
Booting the children of GODS into the hall and street had a certain charm to it.