<div style="text-align: justify;">"Just a little more asphodel...", the young woman murmured, adding a little more of the ingredient to the potion she was busy with. Watching the liquid change from black to a translucent green, the witch smiled. "Excellent", she murmured to herself, making a note of the right amount of the ingredient on a grimoire that sat on the table right behind her. <br/><br/>"Finished", she said to nobody, as she was alone in her laboratory.<br/><br/>Rowena Ravenclaw was a studious girl. She was nearly done with her apprenticeship, and very interested in everything she was learning. A thirst for knowledge had always been a personal trait of hers. Her favorite subjects were those that required a lot of study and hard work, as they satisfied her curiosity and her incessant need to learn new things. Potions and Herbology were two personal favorites, as they were both closely linked and required her to spend long hours working and reading. As she came closer and closer to ending her apprenticeship, she started making experiments and writing as well. <br/><br/>The idea of the ending of her apprenticeship didn't bring only good things, though. Rowena knew full well that it wouldn't be long before she saw herself being betrothed to some man by her father. That didn't really make Rowena happy. She felt that marriage would hinder her ability to do as she pleased. And she would probably be required to stop spending as much time as she did with the friends she had made while learning all about magic with an elderly wizard. Godric, Helga and Salazar had become good friends, and she didn't want to stay away from them. Rowena imagined Helga would still be welcome to her home, but a wife should not have male friends, as it was not becoming. And that did not sit well at all. Rowena felt that Godric was the older brother she had always wanted, and Salazar... well... Salazar was something else she could not explain.<br/><br/>Stopping what she was doing, Rowena sat on the chair by the table with the grimoire and pulled a journal out of a small drawer. She dipped her quill in ink, but didn't really write anything, spending some time sketching instead. Her sketch of the animals which figured on the coats of arms of her own family and that of her friends was almost ready. She was just adding the last touches to the snake when she heard someone knocking on her door. Knowing that it had to be one of her friends, Rowena stood up and went to the door, pressing her hands on it.<br/><br/>"Who is there?", she asked, hearing for any sound that could indicate more than one person outside.</div>