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Athena Zhefarovich

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Widow
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13 1/4" Cypress Wand with powdered serpent scale
Age
12/2015
Athena juggled the bags in her hand as she reached for her wand to unlock her door. She'd just been out to the market, purchasing items for her week. The woman entered her small apartment and made her way in the dark to the kitchen. The space was small. She could reach both sides of her kitchen at the same time if she held her arms out. The entire space was only slightly bigger than her family's living room, but it was the last place they'd look for her which was why she'd chosen it. Athena reached up to remove her hood, her fingers coming to rest on the small frayed photo she kept on her fridge door. It was a picture of her two sons. She missed them dearly but knew they were better off without her. They didn't need a damaged mother, a mother who wasn't stable enough to care for herself let alone two small, growing boys. They would get everything they needed being raised by her father. He was the best man she'd ever known.

Opening her fridge, Athena used the light to empty her bags. Her head jerked up when she thought she heard a noise but after a moment of hearing nothing else, she figured she'd been mistaken. The woman finished her task and then took off her black robes and moved towards her closet to put it away. She had work early in the morning, answering phones for a small potions shop. It was simple work but it paid her minimal bills. She returned to the fridge, grabbing some grapes which she began to pop into her mouth as she walked towards the small living room. It didn't matter though. She would be gone by the end of the month, off to another space. She didn't consider this her home, not when she only ever stayed in a spot for a few months. She didn't get attached to anything any more. It made it easier to keep hidden away and prevented her from feeling sad about it.
 
Asparuh Zhefarovich the Third had been keeping up tabs with some of the members, and some of which that were concerning others. One of them happened to be his granddaughter, Athena. After her husband's untimely death, it seemed that things went sour between her and her father, who was the current head of the family. So, Asparuh told Hades to keep an eye on Athena, and her locations. She changed it around frequently, which was annoying. However, Asparuh was not the one having to follow her from place to place. Hades got the word that Athena was about to move again, sometime soon, so the former Patriarch was going to have a word with her himself. Normally, if he got involved with matters, someone ended up dead. So, having him out of the Zhefarovich manor in general, meant serious business.
So, there he was. Inside of Athena's living room. If one could call it that. He looked around the room, his hood still remaining on his head. This looked more like a closet than anything else. He heard footsteps, so he slowly turned around to see Athena heading into the living room. He took the hood off of his head, and folded his arms across his chest. His whole appearance was imposing. "Don't bother kneeling," Asparuh intoned, though it was necessary unless told otherwise. He felt unusually cramped inside of this tiny apartment. Even the ceiling was much too low, which was normal considering his own massive height.
 
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Athena didn't expect that anyone was in her apartment so when she saw the shadow, the grapes were out of her hands, tumbling to the floor, and a wand less spell was on her lips immediately. She didn't quite finish it before she heard a familiar, but quite unwelcome voice. It was her grandfather. But Athena didn't feel any of the warm fuzzies that people tended to feel about their grandparents. She fought the urge to kneel, his words conflicting with what she had been taught to do from a very early age. Athena knew she was in trouble. Big trouble probably. "I can explain" she said in a rush though she wasn't quite sure that she could.
 
Asparuh always enjoyed it when someone showed fear in his presence. That was the goal, after all. He listened as she said, hurriedly, that she can explain. Asparuh mused, “Do go on. Explain to me how you ran away. Explain to me why you left two pureblood boys without a mother. Explain why you would stoop to such a level as this shack.” Asparuh’s Bulgarian language slipped in during the last sentence, his words displaying the anger that he held within. He cleared his throat, “The Zhefarovich family, my family, should never be seen in such a manner as this.”
 
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Athena kept her gaze low as her grandfather's words washed over her. She could feel his anger, not that she knew him very well in any other state. Athena didn't have an explanation that would satisfy anyone, let alone her grandfather but she knew she needed to come up with something. If he had come all this way himself and not simply sent someone after her, she knew he meant business. Usually that kind of business resulted in people being missing, and Athena could only hope that wasn't his intention this time. She wanted to be missing but not missing. "The boys are better off with my father right now" she finally stated quietly after a long moment of silence.
 
Athena seemed to be getting the picture, of how intense it was for him to come all the way from Bulgaria, to drag his granddaughter back into the fold. "Are they, though? Kalif grew up without his mother. Would your want your boys to end up like him?" Asparuh inquired, though that would be a much better fate in his opinion, since he was raised similarly. "Considering that your late husband met his sticky end in Borely Mansion, I would highly consider giving two boys, two pureblood boys, at least one of their parents. Axel has too much to do than try to keep up with them. The boys are at an age where they need someone to run after them with two legs." Pointing out Axel's missing limb was not beyond Asparuh.
 
Athena kept her gaze low but her eyes widened at the man's words. She most definitely didn't want her boys, her sweet boys, to end up like Kalif. She shook her head slightly, listening as he continued. Her grandfather's words struck a nerve within. He'd hit it all, her dead husband, her injured father. All of the points he could make for how selfish she was being right now. Athena knew better than to cry right now though. Weakness was not for the Zhefaroviches. Though his word about her father having too much to do intrigued and worried her. "You're right" she murmured, a heavy sigh escaping her lips.
 

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