Amongst the studious individuals of Hogwarts that had retreated to the library not an hour after dinner, tucked up in a corner sat at a desk pushed up against the wall beneath one of the tall windows was a dark haired Slytherin. Her pale hand wound slackly around a raven feather quill guided the writing instrument across one of the many rolls of parchment surrounding her, leaving in its wake neat, loopy script coloured with the purple of the ink recently bought from the stationary shop in Hogsmeade. Her dark curls acted like a curtain or some sort of barrier protecting her from the outside world. Drawn over her shoulder, allowing only a hint of green from her robes to peep through its thick winding locks, the curtain giving a somewhat sinister edge to her persona. Her lips parted as if cupid was drawing his ruby red bow and in the place of the arrow, the bow came around the very tip of the raven feather quill. Her teeth bit into it as her brows wrinkled in thought, her internal narration of the essay coming to a stop as she searched for the word.
The young woman had entered the library after the over-eager Ravenclaws just dying to bury their heads not between the legs of willing bed partners but instead in the crease of a tome more than a handful of centuries old. No, they preferred books over sex. She didn’t blame them, of course, but they really didn’t have their priorities in order. Sometimes though, it was important to get homework done and despite the amount of people that would begrudgingly help the Slytherin, Athena thought it was high time she got to the bottom of the homework pile herself. She’d been using sheepish little pubescent Ravenclaws since her second year and had only lulled in paying them to do her work when her father made it clear she would be cut off. So really, it had not been long since she’d decided to do her work by herself. In fact, for her it felt oddly liberating - just like all of her new freedoms did.
However, that didn’t mean that Athena did not subscribe to the Pureblood way of life. Outwardly, she still lived lavishly. She still clothed herself in sumptuous silks lined with expensive furs, materials she’d taken from the manor upon her departure in the New Year. She carried herself in the Pureblood manner, looking down upon those not worthy of the presence of someone with blood as pure as hers. Athena was undeniably self-important and continued to exude this despite the mellowing her character was experiencing given her new freedom.
Athena gave a heavy sigh and set down her quill. She picked her wand up from the desk and cast a drying spell over the ink, touching the tip of her index finger to one of the delicately arced A’s. She brought it to her face, bringing it into her line of sight and her frown lines smoothed when she realised it had in fact been a successful spell. Satisfied, Athena rose, her robes swishing around her, and began to gather her books up, fully intending on returning to the dungeons for the night undisturbed. However, it was unlikely she’d be free of disturbances.
It was Hogwarts after all.
by Athena Marianne Goyle Tue Feb 21, 2012 7:33 pm
