Henrietta smiled and returned the greeting. It was obvious that the girl was a bit shy, so she didn't talk more than she had to, to keep things less stressful. "Ha ha, legions of doom huh? That description suites Little Louise's group more than mine, I'm afraid. We're more of a Roman Senate, and I'm Praetor," she said with a toothy smile filled with pearly whites. A thought came to her and she put a delicate finger to her lips. "I suppose that makes Winston Greek and Jason Persia? Hee hee, that's a funny thought."

She jumped in surprise as Poppy swore. "Oh my what happened? Wait, hold on a sec, Bill?"

The boy behind her nodded and glanced at Poppy. Gradually, the pain on her foot disappeared. Henrietta gave a glowing smile at the boy, Bill, who blushed in response. 

"He's a radio healer. He doesn't need to touch or see someone to heal them up. It's really a nice ability."

Henrietta dragged a seat closer to Timothy and Poppy and sat down. Her group behind her sighed. The boy she was with earlier sat somewhere in the middle. The golden haired girl did a little stretch with her arms upwards, exposing the fullness of her . . . assets, and sighed as she relaxed her on the table, looking like a slob - if the slob happened to be a Roman goddess. 

She peered up at the two, not minding how she looked. "So what are you two doing here at the library? Is it a date?" she said with a teasing grin. The boy behind her sighed in exasperation. "If it is, I could give a few tips!"