Okay, I shouldn't be starting a new story when I have so many pending – but I am anyway. Sorry, but I had an urge to write something clichéd.
Reyna sighed, her gaze sweeping around the Senate House. Apparently, she was the only sane one left. The praetor winced at the sight before her eyes. She averted her gaze, but that didn't help in the slightest. She could still hear everyone screaming. She was supposed to trust them with the world? That was worrying.
When she looked back, the first person her gaze fell upon was Dakota. He drank deeply from a glass of Kool-Aid, stabbing a finger in the chest of the centurion of the second cohort. The two centurions yelled at each other at the top of their lungs in a hopeless attempt to drown the other out.
The centurions from the third and fourth cohorts, as well as one from the second and one from the first, had stormed out. Reyna was almost envious.
Piper and Hazel stood toe to toe, glaring at each other. Both looked ready to pull a knife. Their snarling was too quiet for Reyna to make out, but she thought she saw Hazel's lips form a word that she would definitely not say in the presence of her grandmother.
Percy and Jason held each other at sword point, glowering at each other furiously and yelling. Reyna stood, about to stride over and break up the fights – probably killing a few people herself – when she caught sight of Annabeth's bright orange T-shirt. She screeched something in Octavian's face, voice painfully loud, arms flailing in the air. Octavian brandished a teddy bear at her, scowling, his voice just as loud.
Behind them, Frank had turned into a panther. He sprang for Leo's throat. Leo threw himself out of the way, arms raised to protect himself and fire springing to life in his palms.
Reyna stood up straight, crossing her arms over her chest. She counted to ten in her head. Then - "ENOUGH!"
Her command was obeyed instantly. Everyone froze, turning to face her.
Reyna glanced at everyone in the room, eyes lingering on each for a brief moment.
"Thank you," she said icily, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now, if for one moment, we could act like civilized people, we might get something done.
"I expect better from all of you. In this room, we have seven demigods who are supposed to complete the Prophecy of Seven. One is a praetor, another is a former praetor, and a third is a centurion. I have my augur and two other centurions. I don't believe anyone in this room is a child. Do not behave as such."
Reyna paused, lip curling. "Unfortunately, I don't think a simple reprimand will be sufficient in encouraging you all to cooperate. Nor will the usual punishments. That leaves me with one choice."
Simultaneously, everyone else in the room gulped.
"Group therapy."