[right][@StandardKangaroo]
((Feel free to react to the shadows at whatever point you think he would notice 
and however he would. I tried to write it as open for him to react before he was 
surrounded by darkness if you wanted him to.))[/right]

Penelope frowned harder listening to the ruckus starting up and how tired the camp director sounded. Nothing about this sounded good. A bad feeling gnawed at the pit of her stomach, growing worse the more she thought about what it might be like to fight an actual dragon and how that thought brought back up the still fresh memory of how dangerous the monsters out there could be. 

She shook her head lightly. It was the best she could do to get the frown from her face and shake herself from her thoughts. Her gaze passed around the pavilion once more, trying to gauge how the others reacted by more than just words. The children at the Ares table seemed like they were excited for the challenge. Many of the others rightly looked worried, some even scared. 

Then her gaze landed on the Hecate table, and the boy staring in her direction. Maybe he wasn't actually staring at her; maybe he was just stupidly grinning and smiling at something past her. Or maybe he was staring at her, and that grin meant absolutely anything. Either way, she didn't like it.

Her eyes narrowed. A growl rumbled out of Shadow in reaction to the negative shift in her mood. She switched hands so the one on the side the Hecate table sat. Manipulating shadows was easy, at least as far as darkening places went at least. It took a bit of concentration, and subtly aiming her hand in Oliver's direction, but she slowly began to pull the shadows from under his table. The darkness crept up slowly, stretching to overtake him in a darkness wrapped in power and impenetrable by normal sight.

Wrapping in someone in pure darkness was by far the kindest thing she could do to someone.