While the other children were busy being rambunctious...loud...obnoxious...social....Eria just wanted somewhere to escape them all. The lanky teen did best solitary and in silence, all the stench of happiness made her a tad ill to be honest. It didn't work well with her constitution, so she had always turned her affections to ideas borne from paper. The she snake had been a bibliophile likely from birth and with a mother that was a published author, well it only fed the habit.

Slipping into the study hall as quietly as an owl alights a tree, the green-eyed snake slithered into the darkest, quietest corner one could possibly find. It was there that she decided to crack open her DADA book to have a good read. The smell of the ink on this particular book was fresh and clean, the parchement mint and warm...yes beautiful, tell her about yourself....