The Slytherin Common Room was nigh on empty by the time Athena got back from her little exertion in Hogsmeade. With her shopping bags in hand and a hefty bill going in her father’s direction, Athena was in a much better mood than she had been earlier that day. So, after discarding her bags in her room, careful to put them into her trunk in case one of the little mites decided they wanted what they couldn’t have, Athena took a book from her bookshelf and walked back down into the common room where Collie was waiting for her with a cup of tea. Athena did not thank the elf and instead took her seat in front of the already blazing fire without a word. It had been a cool day and now she needed a little time to herself to relax and unwind.
Collie mumbled something about going to get her mistress some food and she soon disappeared. Satisfied, Athena turned her finger clockwise and, as she predicted, the spoon resting against the side of the teacup began to turn. The beige liquid began to swirl around the spoon but Athena paid little attention to it as she pried open the book that must have been countless years old. Surely it was older than her father’s age and her grandfather’s age put together. Certainly, Athena found that prospect daunting and for that reason, she seemed to treat it with a little more care.
Athena was left to read for all of three minutes before Collie arrived, Brew in tow, carrying a platter of assorted foods for her mistress to eat. Athena waved the elves away and she heard two pops before silence once against reigned. The only sounds in the common room were the crackle of the fire, the sound of her breathing and the occasional turning of the page. She did not plan on eating until she reached a page number that was a multiple of ten. Until that point, she would read and stir her tea, basking in the time she had to herself.