to withstand the force of storms - sebastian sallow.

attitude // 5

Calliope sat in the bath, mind wandering back to moment in the Map Chamber just that week prior, staring blankly at the thin royal blue curtain that separated her from the rest of the girls lavatory. it was a little bit passed 4 in the morning, only a single other lady present in the room, haven taken the tub at the other end of the room.

a light chill ran across the expanse of her shoulders, the cold air hitting the bare and wet skin. she cupped a bit of warm water, dragging it along her shoulders to warm herself. she attempted to purge her thoughts of the freckled boy as she bathed, the idea of thinking of a man as she bathed seemed more scandalous than even she was comfortable with feeling.

Calliope hadn't once been complimented on her eyes in her 16 years -- confined to lonely mansions and left to interact with only those who shared the same eyes as hers. she'd never particularly liked them, a gross colorless hue that only served to remind her of the family she came from. they were an ugly reminder.

but he thought they were pretty. he thought that she was pretty. and that made her want to throw up her breakfast.

she didn't consider herself worthy of that type of praise, to put it simply.

Calliope sighed, leaning back against the cold porcelain, sinking further into the steamy water. she watched her hair float against the surface, watching as the silvery locks curled and shined against the light. she rubbed at her eyes, the water beginning to cool around her as she sat.

she gripped the edges of the tub with a huff, pulling herself out of the water and into the cold air of the lavatory. cold air instantly hit her bare skin, and she bit back the urge to sink back into the warmth of the tub. she grabbed the towel from the rack, drying herself and wringing her hair of the accumulated water, tugging at the curls in an attempt to wring it of the liquid.

Calliope dressed herself quickly, fighting with her hair as she tied it back. she clipped her bow in at the back of her hair before retrieving her wand from the table besides the tub. she felt the wood in the palm of her hand, feeling the texture roll over her skin without the usual barrier her gloves provided.

daylight was beginning to peak through the windows of the Ravenclaw common-room, the stained glass drawing colorful patterns along the floors as the sun rose. Calliope began to make her way down the small flight of stairs it took to leave the Ravenclaw common-room, running her hands along the carved stone walls. she'd only recently began to realize how terrible her athletics truly was, running up and down the castle's stairs all day made her thighs and lungs ache with exertion. her recent escapades outside of the school certainly hadn't helped the pain in her joints, no -- it had most definitely done the exact opposite.

she rounded the corner of the stairwell, waiting for the large doors of the common-room to swing open, the familiar sound of stone scraping against stone.

"up so soon?" a familiar voice greeted her as she walked down the short staircase of the exit. Calliope paused on the last step, her hand on the railing as she looked at the steps leading out of the tower. Sebastian was leaned against the railing to Ravenclaw tower with his arms crossed, his usual robe abandoned and a Slytherin jumper tucked into his trousers haphazardly. he wore his usual impish grin on his face as he looked at her.

"why are you stalking the entrance to my common room?" Calliope asked plainly, her grip tightening on the railing she was holding. the comment earned a few odd stares from some of the passersby's coming in and out of the common room.

"i am not stalking you." Sebastian instantly defended. "Professor Fig is back today. i wanted to accompany you to his office to discuss the you know what that we found."