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heels demanded attention as she walked down the dark, damp corridor towards the potions room, book in hand, chin highā the classic walk of power that alecto had had since sheād been old enough to master it. her eyes never met those of the students around her, they focused straight ahead, not really caring what they were whispering about or why they felt the need to stare. She needed to stay as close to the top of her class as she possibly could, after all, a witch getting into whatever field she wished was a rarity at best, alecto wanted to have options for when she decided upon a career path, good grades paved that road.Ā
opening the door, not really expecting anyone to be insideā alecto should have paused but instead made her way in, placing her books down and pulling over a cauldron.Ā āPower, control, the ability to vanquish all those who cross meāā she mused, flicking through her book before looking up at the other.Ā āand to pass with flying coloursā hence why Iām here. You canāt possibly think that a woman of my stature spends her time in dark dungeons for fun now, can you?ā though, she wouldnāt dive into the darker areas of her thoughts and how the dungeonās at her family estate were perhaps her most favoured of places.Ā āwhatās gotten up your goat, severus?ā
Severus didnāt quite smile at her response, but his thin lips did pull into something of a smirk. He could respect her reasons, at least. Even though he didnāt share her opinion on dark dungeons. Ironically, it was precisely because other people didnāt want to spend time in them that he found them to be an ideal location. It was easier to find solitude.Ā
āThis potion,ā he admitted with a sigh.Ā āHavenāt gotten the results I want yet. And this interruption means I am going to have to restart with a new batch.ā











