Larissa Greengrass, the second born child of Lord Edgar Greengrass, had always been an unassuming introvert, coaxed out of her silence by her siblings on rare occasions. She would have never expected an entire room of people to be gathered by a godd...
Larissa fidgeted with her wand anxiously. Despite coming from a pureblood family, she'd never been around this many influential people in all her life. Larissa saw the infamous Black family standing with its proxy families, the Lestranges and the Malfoys, toward the further end of the room they were all trapped in. She spotted her own parents talking to the Prewett couple, the young Weasley couple nervously by their side. An elderly man she recognized from her potions books, Fleamont Potter, stood next to an elderly woman who could only be his wife. Beside the Potter couple was a small group of boys and girls, children she recognized from her Hogwarts days. If she did the math right, they should be in their sixth year now.
She also spotted her mother's sister-in-law Antiope Delancy and her family of six conversing with a woman who looked like a Rosier. Larissa couldn't help but look for her own siblings, curious as to whether they too had appeared here. While searching, she noticed quite a few government officials talking amongst themselves, as well as Hogwarts staff. With all these powerful individuals around, Larissa was surprised that they were still trapped.
"Hello one and all," a soft, melodic voice proclaimed, somehow silencing the entire space with four words, "I have brought you here for a purpose."
Everyone in the room turned to find a strange, yet powerful looking woman before them. She gave off a dark, fear-inducing aura, yet it was very hard to discern her facial features. She wore a hood that had glowing blue skulls off of it, and Larissa could only hope that they weren't souls. One thing that stood out from within the hood was a pair of piercing violet eyes.
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The woman walked over to Larissa, who began to tremble nervously. She wasn't very good when it came to defensive magic. She wasn't lacking in power by any means, yet she wasn't suited for martial magic. She much prefer lab work. Yet it would seem that she would never get a chance to further her career as an inventor of spells and potions. To Larissa grateful surprise, the woman gently caressed her cheek, tears spilling from violet eyes, expression so very forlorn.
"Step away from my niece," Antiope warned harshly, brandishing her wand. The shining woman simply continued to weep silently.
"Who are you?" Larissa stutters, uncomfortable with the attention of all these people on her. She was never one for the spotlight.
"I am called Aradia," she answers, voice still melodious despite the crying, "the Great Moon Goddess, but more relevant to you, the Queen of Witches." despite never believing such a thing to be true, the power rolling off the women convinced many of the people in the room to take a knee. If this was truly a goddess, it was better safe than sorry.
Larissa herself attempted to bow, but the goddess refused to allow her. She simply ran her fingers through Larissa dark locks, and gazed into her green eyes, seemingly looking for something
"May I ask why you brought us here? Professor Dumbledore inquired of the goddess, who simply ignored the man.
"I too am curious," Larissa stated, hoping that the favor she seemed to have garnered with the goddess would cause her to answer.
