A cornucopia, if you will, of things summoned Thereos to his stump. Of course there was the ringing of his bell, which sparked a bout of reluctant joy in his heart that a Hogwarts student had finally decided to pay him a visit to discuss matters of divination through the natural world, but there was something else as well. Something unsettling in the way the smoke rose from his sage that morning, wafting with a sourness into his nostrils.

But mostly, it was the ringing of the bell.

Appearing seemingly out of nowhere, the centaur was surprised to see his colony assembled around his stump.

"Piritrius," he greeted, one of his tree trunk like arms banging against his chest in greeting. "What winds have gathered you all he----"

And then he heard a great shriek, a sound belonging to that of a human girl, coming from somewhere along the lake.

"Have the rings of Saturn fallen?"