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Athene sat in a window in the corridor of the sixth floor with Artemis, her snake, coiled in her lap. Her back was to the ocean, which could be seen out of the window behind her. The wind licked at her white dress shirt - it was a Sunday, so she wasn't wearing her robes.
She sang to Artemis in soft Parseltongue. It was a lullaby that her mother had taught her. The snake sighed, and stretching out its neck, rested its head on her knee. Athene ran a pale finger across its back, and smiled as she half sang, half hummed. This was a floor that not many visited, so she was sure that she wouldn't be disturbed. She closed her eyes, and imagined herself in the air, falling, flying. Free.<i></i>