<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #80FF80">A prophecy? Oh, great.</span></span> Contrary to his sarcastic inner monologue, Finn had to admit to himself that he was actually quite intrigued. It was practically a Dan Brown novel. He eyed her carefully; the now low embers reflecting in his dark eyes. It felt like they were melting out of their sockets.<br/><br/>Finn had never spoken two words with this "Makednos" before, but with the incredibly flashy entrance he had made, Finn already detested him. After the shock he supposed all of them had gotten when the skinny girl had spoken, it was nice to have something to roll his eyes at, and roll his eyes he did. He could almost hear his mom: <span style="font-style: italic">"Sluta med det där, dina ögon kan fastna så!"<span style="vertical-align: super;"><span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;">1</span></span></span>, like she had told him so many times when he was younger.<br/><br/>He rolled his eyes again for good measure when Chiron told the Hermes cabin and several others to go to the Big House. He rose from the log he had been sitting on, all gangly limbs that still were not quite sure whether they belonged to a boy or a man, and pointedly stuffed his hands in his pockets as he followed with the rest of his cabin mates behind Aardvark. <br/><br/>Once they got there, he had to do a double take. He grinned at Caroline, a fellow child of Hermes. <span style="color: #80FF80">"Dude, ping pong tables?"</span> She nodded at him before pressing a finger against her lips and jerking her head towards the centaur. He nodded back at her - of course she was right. They could hardly let something like what had just happened at the campfire pass unnoticed.<br/>___________________<br/><span style="vertical-align: super;"><span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;">1</span></span>"Stop that, or your eyes will get stuck!"</div>