Athene Perthro
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It was Athene's second time in the Hogwarts Garden, which had been there for about a month now. Her feet were bare on the soft grass, and she walked around rows of flowers, alone. She picked a red rose from a nearby bush and smelled it. When she took her hand away, it was bleeding where a thorn had pricked it. It was funny how something so beautiful could cause someone pain. Not that it hurt, not really.
She wrapped her hand back around the rose, feeling the thorns pierce her skin again, and not caring. She smiled. She was in a much better mood than she had been last time she had visited the garden.<i></i>