Orion smiled placid, benign, at the presentation of cupcakes into his world. There were few moments that couldn't be improved with baked goods. One long, languid limb unfolded to swipe the dessert. Chewing on it thoughtfully, Ellis slanted his eyes back on August. Oreo? Black on the outside white on the inside. Alliterative to the first two digits of his name. Yeah,  had heard that one before. Still, he'd been called worse. As she leaned into him, Ellis just smirked wryly, his eyes shut. Ah, the scintillating vagaries of youth.

After that he didn't move much. Eyes shut, tight smile. He breathed slowly. His hair was tousled, He watched. He Listened.

Anecdotes of the bizarre and the fantastical, demonstrations of ability and phenomenon beyond the ken of mankind, and of course, the posturing endemic to the young and the restless. Orion tapped his foot on the floor. He should have been excited. Here was a revelation to the unseen wonders of the world, the very sort of mysteries he had always fantasized about. Or maybe he should have been terrified of seeing his mundane schema shattered by this unreserved show and tell of supernal acumen. Instead, all Orion could think about was how his lungs felt like they were wildly different temperatures. It had happened as soon as Raven had entered the stage with her cupcakes. Or how Mary's introduction made the bite of cupcake he had been thoughtfully chewing suddenly taste of asparagus and asphalt. Maxwell had what Ellis could only describe as the odor of a sonic boom. The shadows on Cory's body were inhabited by non-euclidean geometry in an awful shade of orange. Everett was accompanied by the echoes of an orchestra being fed into a smelter.

Ellis took a deep breath and sighed. He opened his eyes. He looked around the room at the rag-tag group of miscreants. As surprising in their variety as number. Freaks, geeks, lords, and leasers, all touched by strange and disparate powers. Ellis wondered where he fell in the mix. Kicking his feet off the desk he planted them wide and stood, sprouting like a long, lean birch. Surveying the assembled throng once more his gaze finally settled on the surly Mister Oannes. Ellis couldn't help but snort a little, amused. Who knew the supernatural world had such loose standards with who they invited in. Ellis turned rolled his head to look at the invitation thrown on the ground, then at Marigold, Ellis frowned only slightly. Someone knew.

"Interesting bunch you got yourself here Madame President," he arched an eyebrow questioningly, "should we pack our wands and wizard hats for Hogwarts or is this more of a Winchester kind of deal?"