<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/f9fe5328-dfec-48c4-9ebd-efcbba03efc1_zps882dd06b.jpg) (http://s980.photobucket.com/user/caela_ecub/media/Brunettes/f9fe5328-dfec-48c4-9ebd-efcbba03efc1_zps882dd06b.jpg.html)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Athena Stargazer-Smith<br/><strong>Position:</strong>PhD Student/Beginning Divination Professor<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Forest<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Rome<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Athena grinned when Rome laughed. The sound seemed to fill the forest around them and it was rich and full, it was a sound she would enjoy hearing repeated. To her ears, it sounded as if he held nothing back in that laugh and she appreciated that. So many people were restrained in their amusements, trying not to be too loud, or not to offend someone, or restraining themselves when they thought their amusement might be unacceptable. He sounded as if he laughed amused, acceptable or not, and she like it, it made her eyes flash with her own amusement and she nodded slightly at his compliment to her talent. It also hadn't been lost on her that he'd used her own name, without having to ask what it was, and she had liked the sound of it on his lips. So many people seemed to stumble on it, as if uncertain what to do with the name of a Goddess given to a woman, but it flowed easily from him, smoothly, without any of the uncertainty or harsh lines she heard so often used.<br/><br/>With a start, she realized he spoke her name as naturally, and smoothly, as her own family did and that only made her friendly smile warmer.<br/><br/>His answer to her rhetorical question surprised her. She hadn't expected a level of honesty, that still managed to hide so much! He admitted to a web of deceit, and that he was more than the mild mannered and charming Professor yet he didn't actually explain what any of that, or his plans, meant. It was impressive in it's subtlty and if he hadn't been a Wizard, she'd have said he'd have done well rubbing elbows with her Father's business cronies. They all managed to tell the truth...without really telling you much of anything at all.<br/><br/>Just as she was about to compliment him at his skill in word games, he continued and her eyes flared wide while her entire body seemed to go still beside him, barely seeming to breathe. The last person she'd told about the amulet she'd found had been her friend Shauna over six years ago. They still exchanged the occasional Owl but time, and distance, had eroded the closeness they'd once share and she would have sworn Shauna had forgotten about the odd bauble Athena had found on the ocean floor. Giving Rome a fresh, more speculative gaze, she had to ask, "What, and how, would you know anything about what I might hold dear? Such a comment, from someone who barely knows me in passing, ranks ridiculously high on the creepy meter without a greater explanation to give it context," she said, her voice taking on a cold edge and while she had barely shifted, if he glanced down he'd see the tip of her wand  palmed in her hand and clearly pointed at him.<br/><br/>In truth, if he could help her discover anything about the amulet she'd found, she'd be greatly indebted to him, but his even knowing about it sent alarm bells ringing through her head that would put a cathedral to shame. For all that she seemed to be an open and friendly young woman, Athena knew how to keep a secret, especially her own, and that amulet was one of her greatest.