Hecate’s table was always rather empty, mostly because it didn’t seem like his mother was as keen to get it going with the humans as the other, bigger Gods. So, Oliver found himself seated at what was basically an empty table as he watched Demeter’s boisterous cabin head lead a crew of kids into the dining hall, and then as a couple of Hades’ kids trickled in, followed by Ares, the Aphrodites and so on. 

Where [i]were[/i] his siblings anyway? Sneaking off somewhere to test some highly dangerous potion? Knowing one of them, Oliver wouldn’t be surprised. The other was probably still sleeping in…and that was about all the Hecate kids that he knew about.  Oh well, nothing he could do about that!

Sitting up a bit, he picked up his goblet and cleared his throat a bit. “Apple juice, please.” He said, waiting a moment for the goblet to fill up with the sweet, amber liquid before bringing it up to his lips to take a long sip. 

He should have brought something to do. Now he was just getting kind of bored waiting for the food and for Chiron’s inevitable lecture. Oliver propped and elbow up on the table top and leaned his cheek against the heel of his palm, casting his bored, bespectacled gaze around the increasingly noisy dining pavilion. 

Maybe he could just break custom and head over to sit at a busier table. Maybe pretend to be an Apollo kid. Zeus, if he was feeling suicidal. Nah...maybe Aphrodite? He snorted out loud at that, grinning at himself. Right, like he could [i]ever [/i]fit in there. 

Then, realizing he was smiling rather stupidly at nothing (and probably accidentally staring at [i]someone[/i]), Oliver cleared his throat a bit, adjusted his glasses and took another sip of juice.