Hermione was walking up to the conference room for the first time, seeing as she never actually goes to the yearly conference with the other gods and goddesses, but she decided she'd go this year. She walked into the massive white and cream room, looked around for a spare chair, seeing none she thought back to a bit of magic Tom had showed her and walked up next to him just before she got to his throne, she made a onyx and russet coloured throne, with engraved flowers all over it, rise from the ground next to Tom's own ebony throne engraved with skulls, I still don't understand why Tom insists on having skulls everywhere, I mean we live in the Underworld, does he really need another reminder that were surrounded by the souls of the dead? When she sat on it she smirked at all the gobsmacked faces of the other gods and goddesses and Tom's especially prideful expression. Whether they were awed by her show of power or because she actually showed up, she didn't know, nor did she actually care.
"Oh, please don't stop on my account," she said in a tone that managed to be both gleeful and innocent, with a smirk on her face that said pure sin.
Tom had to cough to cover up his laughing.