WHO: Hecate, Merlin, the doppelganger WHEN: Sunday night (Oct 10) WHERE: Merlin's, then Peitho's WHAT: Some kind of exorcism WARNINGS: TBA
The news had broken over Peitho and Luna badly. Hecate worried about Luna in particular (Hecate, so often, worried about Luna in particular) who'd pulled up a wall around her so high and forced an unbroken smile on her face so sharp that it was painful to look at. There was something very wounded inside Luna and she didn't want anyone to see it and out of respect, for now, Hecate pretended not to look. Peitho, on the other hand, was vocally livid about the entire situation, and on that Hecate agreed with her.
But the message from bed-bound, broken Hermes had been to get the hell out of dodge (and, potentially, dodge their way out of hell) and neither Peitho nor Luna was going to argue with that. Hecate drove with them as far as her home in Sleepy Hollow, then they carried on north to Salem, and Hecate took an about turn and— after stopping at home to feed and change Clementine— headed back down toward Merlin's place.
There was perhaps something to be said against wearing a baby into an exorcism, but Hecate (or rather, Clementine) was currently festooned with protective paraphernalia, charms and herb bags and spells tucked into the folds of fabric, and Hecate couldn't think of a safer spot in the world than bound closely to her chest. It had been a fairly long time since she'd last embraced her 'nurse of the young' aspect and right now, Hecate had embraced it with fierce abandon.
She let herself into Merlin's place, not feeling the need to bother to pause and acknowledge the existence of the lock. It was almost exactly half an hour since she'd messaged Merlin to say she was on her way, anyway— her arrival was neither unexpected nor unwelcome.