Why do people have to yell? Hecate thought rubbing her temples... didn't she get enough yelling from Ariadne? Sure it was cute, but it was high pitched, and even her best migraine potions were challenged by the child's squeals. Terrible twos... yuck.

So maybe no one was yelling... but it sounded that way.

New people at the table... weren't there always?

She didn't even care at the moment to meet them... but when she turned to ask Cece to write her a note so maybe Truebridge would excuse her from the opening feast, she notices a new face in Cece's seat... What? No! Oh... wait. That was the Hufflepuff...

She heard Truebridge and Cece tell her to get out, but the girl was still sitting in the seat...

"Wheatborn." She said in a calm yet annoyed voice. Her eyes were closed and her fingers were pinching the bridge of her nose. "If you would like another detention for taking the healer's seat, I'd be delighted to take you to the dungeon's right now... I feel I was too soft on you last time, and I am itching to revisit that."

Her hand came off her nose, and her eyes fixed on the Hufflepuff girl. Her expression was clear. It read 'I dare you.'