[So Gabriel thought he saw a familiar-looking blue blur flying through the sky, but didn't really pay any mind to it until the blur went crashing like a bowling ball into pins into the Hecate cabin. And really? With the kids that live there, he's surprised they didn't charm the stones of the house to make exactly that sort of sound when something crashes into it.
If something crashes into it. Aren't those things cursed?
Regardless, he shoves a square of ambrosia into his pocket and rushes over there like an actual good counselor.]
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If something crashes into it. Aren't those things cursed?
Regardless, he shoves a square of ambrosia into his pocket and rushes over there like an actual good counselor.]
Jesus. Talk about making an entrance