heedless by romanshome

tease

Athena looked straight out of an action movie.Her brown curls were all over the place, poking in different directions up towards the ceiling. Her nose held a dull ache of pain—thanks to Lia's right hook—and a small tear in the corner of her mouth from the slaps she endured. A blue bruise had sunken into her tan cheek, on the lest one to be exact, and her chest was releasing heavy pants. 

The blood that trickled down her nose had crusted into a pinkish blemish. Her brown hues swept over to Hastia and Lily—who looked much like her. Hastia on her left—had her braids tangled into one another. Her dark cheeks were a faint scarlet red, a slim cut peeled across the cheekbone to her left. Blood trickled down it as her parted lips, which were blemish free, were parted as she heaved heavily. 

There was a slit on the left eyebrow, as well as a large slap mark on her cheek that held the handprint of her opponent. There was a rip in her robes that her father woods surely fix, and her clothes were lopsided and ruffled all about.On her right—Lily stood there with half of her leather sleeve torn off. Her pale skin was more prone to bruises, which is why had one on each side of her face. 

The black smudge faded into a mixture of green and blue, rimmed with a red hue. Her bottom lip had been busted open, which looked painful due to the swollen area bleeding down to her chin. Her black—lipstick had been smudged, smeared across her cheek, her mascara running down her cheeks. But not from crying, but from laughing like a maniac.And the one thing the trio of girls had in common, was that there was the biggest smile on all of their faces.Athena knew that her scholarship was absolutely taken from her. 

There was no redemption for her, but at the moment—she didn't want to worry about it. She was too busy embracing the fact that she had defended herself. Her entire life, she did what everyone had asked her to do. She was simply too nice to talk back, especially after Scorpius cheated on her. Her confidence had been crumpled up into transparent pieces, but after Draco reassured her that he only wanted her, a small flicker began to ignite in her.One that had never been lit before.And Lia had teased her. 

Triggered. 

She was looking for trouble, and so Athena gave in. She released all the pent up anger that resides inside of her—towards Scorpius, Rose, Dakota, Clyde.All of them. And Lia had to be the one to endure the traumatic fatalities of her fists, but she deserved it just as much as the other ones did. In other words—Athena didn't regret a thing.But that triumph like feeling slowly faded when she stood before Headmaster McGonagall. 

The black pointed glasses that stood at the bridge of her nose, wrinkles deepened due to the evident scowl on her pruned—up face. Her green eyes were dulled with pure anger as they swept over between the two groups of girls. The black hat that symbolized a witch's garment had laid stiffly on her head, gray strand hairs poking out through the underside. Her thin lips pressed tightly again stone another.Lia and her two friends were stood in a group a few feet away from Athena, Hastia, and Lily.

 The two morons that followed the blonde around looked way worse than the better trio. Their hair was tightened into knots, bruises covering their faces, with tears in their eyes. Lily looked about the same, except that she had more cuts on her cheeks due to Athena winning the battle. Tears rolled down her cheeks, which contrasted to Athena and her friends, who were biting their lips to holdback laughs at the entire thing.

On the side of the room was three teachers—the ones who broke up the fight.Professor Malfoy—who kept his head down to bite back his own smile. He held his hands behind his back. Athena had to avoid glancing at him, or else her cheeks would've turned pink, the laugh she kept trying to bubble up tearing through her throat.

 But she did notice his blue hues flickering up to hers, the corners of his lips twitching as he glinted towards her. Proud. Moving onto beside him, was head of the Herbology Department—Professor Longbottom. A horrified look had covered his features, hazel eyes wide with shock. His hands were nervously drumming on the sides of his brown trousers, his slim face tightened in angst. He was quite fetching as well, muscular and slim torso, which was hidden by an orange and black hand-knitted sweater.