Post by evette lyz weasley on Apr 1, 2013 20:37:50 GMT -5
Artemis was aimlessly wandering about the courtyard, her attention devoted not to where she was going, but the ruins she was carefully printing on her arm. Having just discovered Ancient Hebrew, she figured she might try writing a few charms and wards, just to see how it looked. She was, so far, satisfied with the way they was turning out. They were simple yet had a mystical feel to them. The Gryffindor girl decided she preferred this language over Greek. Her favourite was still Hindi, though. It had an elegant feel to it and was just plain gorgeous. She wanted to learn a few phrases in Tibetan too, finding it completely entrancing. Maybe she would see which one Daemon preferred.
Daemon. She smiled. The last person she had imagined ever being with was the one she found herself in love with. He was so sweet and almost perfect in every way. They suit each other well, she thought. Artemis hoped it would last, that nothing silly would tear them apart. She still struggled a bit with his past but reassured herself that he wouldn't abandon her to return to it. He loved her, or so he said, and Artemis was sure that he meant it. There was no need to doubt him. Slytherin or not, he was a good man.
Artemis heard footsteps from behind her. She looked up and turned around, curious to see who it was. Her smile widened as her eyes settled on a familiar figure. Daemon. "Well, speak of the Devil! I was just thinking about you!" She laughed soft and threw her arms around his neck, dropping the brush she had been using to draw on herself. "How are you?" She asked, pulling away slight as so she could look into his eyes.
Daemon. She smiled. The last person she had imagined ever being with was the one she found herself in love with. He was so sweet and almost perfect in every way. They suit each other well, she thought. Artemis hoped it would last, that nothing silly would tear them apart. She still struggled a bit with his past but reassured herself that he wouldn't abandon her to return to it. He loved her, or so he said, and Artemis was sure that he meant it. There was no need to doubt him. Slytherin or not, he was a good man.
Artemis heard footsteps from behind her. She looked up and turned around, curious to see who it was. Her smile widened as her eyes settled on a familiar figure. Daemon. "Well, speak of the Devil! I was just thinking about you!" She laughed soft and threw her arms around his neck, dropping the brush she had been using to draw on herself. "How are you?" She asked, pulling away slight as so she could look into his eyes.