- Timothy sat down at the excruciatingly empty Hebe table. It was so weird being the only one. Especially, as some evidence accidentally left by cleaning harpies would say, when he wasn't actually. The others just sorta...disappeared. Poof. Could he really mind, though? Privacy and solitude was his way of life ever since he was born, and not having to deal with cabinmates certainly eased the transition to a close circle of friends to no one except strangers.
Whatever. No Hebe kids existed, and there was a ton of food waiting to be consumed."Hot cocoa, please," he murmured, and the goblet next to him was filled with a swirly, creamy sort of decadence that he loved. Other kids nearby looked at him with incredulity; hot cocoa? In summer? But their attention wore thin and their minds wandered back to random conversation their half-siblings had.
OOC; Golly, this was much longer than I meant it to be! Don't worry about posting nearly as much, sorry. :c