Athene gasped and jumped back, peeling her eyes quickly from the trophies and towards the speaker. She hadn't heard anyone come in, and flushed, embarrassed that she had received such a fright.
She recognized him as the Prefect who had separated her and a Ravenclaw's arguement in the great hall last year. She also thought that she recalled him working in a shop, but she couldn't be sure. That had been a year ago.
"Um, well. Maybe," said Athene shortly, not entirely sure what else to say. She'd never actually considered ever getting a trophy for anything, but now that she thought about it, she wouldn't have minded seeing her own name on a dusty plaque to be recorded in this room.
"You have quite a lot," she added. "Quite the Prefect." She screwed up her face a little, looking back at the trophies. It was no wonder he had been picked to be a Prefect - it seemed he was quite the rule follower, to have earned to many trophies and points. Last week Athene would have said that she didn't like Prefects much, or rather, at all. But since the Slytherin House meeting, she wasn't so sure. She had quite liked Katrina Redding when she had corresponded with her via mail. And then there was Sophia, who Athene neither liked nor disliked at the moment.
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