Computer Mage
Author's
Notes: I do not own the Slytherian house nor do I own Seto. We own
this little universe. This poem is going to be late in the little
universe.
Her small, delicate hands
Flew across the keyboard.
One that was not an ordinary keyboard,
But spell conjured and resting in midair.
She paused briefly
Squinted at the screen,
A frown flickering
Across her lovely and pale face,
Then finding the answer she smiled.
Hearing a soft chuckle she paused once more,
Glancing quickly to her side,
She saw her friend.
The girl made a face, which
Was returned with equal enthusiasm.
The young woman returned to work.
Eventually she became aware of a
Tall,
Dark,
Shadow standing over her.
Glancing up her pale eyes meet,
Dark blue eyes like the winter freeze.
They belonged to the professor.
She glanced quickly away,
Uncomfortable with his gaze of ice and snow.
She forced herself to concentrate on the work at hand
And continued.
The Slytherian house was busy rejoicing
Over the achievement of two of their own.
They believed they had the Gryffindor house beat,
In yet another Slytherin class.
Then they realized they were wrong.
Their eyes of hate latched onto
The pale girl's slender hands
As they flew over the keyboard with
A second nature confidence.
