The Dragonborn

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FIELDS OF STUDY were diverse. Styx was studying medicine, engineering, agriculture, architecture, fashion and so much more. She wanted to be self-sufficient and to do that she needed to have general knowledge of just about everything, but she wouldn't settle for that.

In fact she wouldn't settle for anything less than the best when it came to knowledge which is why she knew she was a Ravenclaw, as did her grandparents.

Aside from classes, Styx spent the rest of her time before going to Hogwarts organizing supplies. She had shipments from all over the world coming through portals each month and even with the basement, shorage closets, and shed extended to their limits there would still not be enough space.

Styx took flat chests of different color and extended them to their limits and organized the supplies so they weren't seperate. All the pots and pans and such in one chest is a good example.

Styx was a color organizer, it's just how she did things.

Styx used white chest to set up personal or monthly kits. Each chest had a months worth of food and drink in preservation and or heating, cooling, or freezing runed containers. Two small med-kits for wounds and common sickness, one magical and the other mundane. Aside from that is a small bag of hygiene supplies, a sleeping bag, a few thick blankets, four pillows, sheets and pillow cases, and a flashlight. There was more in certain chests, but those had black metal instead of bronze.

Organizing the chests not in white into the basement and the white ones into a storage room, Styx was more than organized.

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DANCING AROUND HER LOFT, Styx finished putting away her laundry while jamming along to AC/DC. It was Sunday meaning laundry, cleaning, and organizing.

Styx danced her way out of her armoire which was expanded to the limits like all other places. She closed the door making her way down the light wooden steps and over to the oven to pull out her batch of muffins.

Styx had six days until she'd be on a train to Hogwarts and she was going about her routine as normal while spending more time with her grandparents.

Styx made Strawberry, Pumpkin Spice, Banana Nut, Blueberry, Apple Cinnamon, Double Chocolate, French Toast, Carrot Cake, Pecan Pie, and Lemon Poppy Seed Muffins. Ten types of muffins with a dozen of each.

A hundred and twenty muffins will last a week, the train ride to Hogwarts, and that first day if she shared and that was the plan. She knew candy would be the only thing there and while not a full meal, muffins were a good snack when hungry.

Styx grabbed the Lemon Poppy Seed and Carrot Cake muffins and walked out of her tent after tending to them all, most having something added onto them.

Walking into the kitchen for lunch, Styx set the plates of mufflins onto the table smiling as her grandparents' eyes light up. They loved Styx's muffins.

She sat down slapping her grandfather's hand away from the muffins making him pout and Dahlia laugh as they ate their lunch talking about anything and everything.

When lunch was over, Styx handed over the muffins taking one for herself before leaving. The thanks she got for her muffins was always hillarious for Styx.

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STYX WAS DANCING subtly as she went through the store with her grandmother. She didn't touch any of the shipments she got through portals and always shopped for herself, but she was very careful about where she shopped and what was in what she bought.

Styx didn't use magical creature parts in her potions finding it appalling. She instead used certain spices and herbs and such grown in her greenhouse Biome Dome, away from the other plants. These herbs were created with a rune made by Hades to recreate the herbs Styx left in the Isle of Hope.

Styx had many different potion recipes, but she figured out early in her new life which herbs and spices of which spice family could be used so she didn't have to use magical animal parts and get the same exact potion without it looking or feeling different except for the better taste.

Styx prefered Draught Drops. They were potions made of only Isle Spices as Styx called them placed into tinted crystal vials with a crystal dropper. Each had a lable, and each vial was no larger than two cigarettes. The vials were all upright in a box. There was two hundred Draught Drop Vials in each box, the boxes were intricately designed with flowers carved into the wood.

They are called drops because you only need a number of drops instead of a whole vial. Styx had over a hundred boxes meaning she had over two thousand vials.

Styx experiments and was able to create Smoaking Draughts which were the size of a cigarette with a small button on the side that was pressed to smoke. It was much like a cigarette except they were healthy and had different effects. Styx kept a packet on her at all times in a cigarette tin.

She had twenty tins in black box matching the white one used for Draught Drops. She had over a hundred boxes and there were more being made by her constantly, both of Draught Drops and Smoaking Draughts.

She smiled brightly adding another bag of grapes. "What are you thinking about?" Dahlia asked her granddaughter, her English accent held a hint of Greek showing she's lived there for a while.

"I'm going to make a cook book of recipes using Isle Herbs." Styx told her grandmother who smiled. Styx had a thick accent that was a beautiful mix of upper-class greek and english.

"That sounds lovely. Are you doing drinks, breakfast, lunch, dinner, snacks, or desserts?" Dahlia asked making Styx light up.

"All of them. I have make different varieties too. Oh, I have so many ideas." Styx told her grandmother who just chuckled.

"How about we shop now and you can write your ideas down later?" Dahlia offered the girl who truly seemed like a child in that moment. Styx was more mature than any child, but some moments a peak of the child she should've been was there.