 The Last of Her Kind
Adrienne liked mythology. She liked mythology, and she liked magic, and she liked seminars. What she didn't like, however, was how long it took to traverse the Hogwarts castle all the way from Ravenclaw Tower to the Great Hall. Also being added to the list of things she didn't like were the weird, sketchy sort of way this guy was dressed, the fact that he seemed to expect them to believe his name was Apollo, and the multitudes of weird, sketchy items scattered about the tables. Best not to think too far into it, Adrienne figured, as she had no doubt there was some far-fetched link with what they were studying that would be called an 'activity'. Ugh.
Still, she wasn't about to dismiss this lecture as pointless until after it had actually started. She headed to the front of the makeshift classroom. At the weird, sketchy teacher, she directed a, "Your seminar had better be worth walking down all of those stairs," - only with a grudging smile, so he wouldn't take it too poorly - and then sat down on her own, since nobody she tolerated was here yet.
Noticing the presence of the nametag, she pulled a quill from the bag that she'd tossed thoughtlessly onto the floor near her desk and scrawled a single word. Adrienne. That would be enough to identify her, right? She stuck the nametag upside-down on the front of her robes and then got to absently scanning the room, waiting for something to happen or someone actually interesting to arrive.
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