<div align="center">(http://i933.photobucket.com/albums/ad179/sprinkletinkle/14b35ec7-2444-4b66-bb4a-98fa5657ee85.jpg)<br/><strong>Svetalana Alexeyev</strong><br/>;; Rome<br/>;; Defense Against the Dark Arts Tower</div><br/><br/><br/>A lazy smile curled the left side of her mouth up at the corner as her gaze found the brooding young Lord  sitting at his desk. "Look at you, Lord Byron sitting in the dark with just a little lamp to keep the abyss at bay," she said quietly as she let the doors swing shut behind her and made her way to the desk. She was still keeping that same lackadaisical stride that had gotten her here before, as though she was never, ever in a hurry. When Svetlana made it to the desk and its dark owner and his glinting red eyes, she slid her rear end onto its polished wood surface and crossed her legs in front of him.<br/><br/>"What would my Lord wish to discuss?" she asked quietly, reaching out with one hand and twirled a lock of his thick black hair back from his forehead, eye calm eyes watching his face to see what it was he really wanted.<br/><br/>"All of the students are beginning to arrive. Were you planning an orientation in here, Lord? Did you want to put on a<em>show</em>? I can summon something, something just the right level of dreadful for you to display your prowess?" she asked him as her hand retreated and came to rest on her lap as she waited to see what devious thoughts were developing in his sick little mind.