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Artemis
Artemis loved defence against the dark arts. It always felt so appealing when she blasted a males wand out of his hand. The only problem was the professor. Quirrell made the lesson seem like they were watching someone who were waiting to be sacked. The other lesson that she enjoyed was astronomy. Professor Sinistra was... unworthy of becoming a hunter. Artemis had declined her when she was a maiden. Now the professor had- eugh- children.
Artemis was having Astronomy with the Slytherins. Whenever Sinistra mentioned the positioning of Venus and Mars, Aphrodite swooned and fluttered her eyes at Ares who blew a kiss. 'Disgusting behaviour,' Artemis thought.
"Woods, are you listening? I've asked you this question three times: what is the story of the huntress?"
Artemis choked back tears. The heartless woman was asking her the story of Zoë? Did she even recognise Zoë? Artemis took a deep breath.
"Zoë was the bravest huntress of them all..."
Later that day in potions, Artemis and Athena were sitting at connecting desks. For some reason, Athena had an unnatural smirk plastered on her face.
"Professor Snape," she said patronisingly, "would you care to explain the potion to repelling boggarts?"
Snape eyed her.
As he opened his mouth to speak, an off note opera song emitted from his jaw.
Little did Snape know that what he was singing, was magically being broadcasted to the whole school.
Snapes face was the colour of beetroot. His puffy eyes glowered at Athena.
"Gray." His voice shook with erupting anger.
"I would prefer it if you called me Athena... Professor."
The bell rang along with Snapes opera songs. Athena sauntered out of the classroom positively glowing!
As soon as she stepped out, two red heads started congratulating her and handing her sweets. Stupid males.
So... what did you think?
-Wolf Nights