Athena felt cooped up. She slowly rose from her chair where she was sitting in her office and moved towards the door. She wasn't wearing robes today, she didn't really feel like it, being an off day and all, so she had just thrown on a white shirt and a pair of shorts, the heat radiating into the castle. She cracked her neck as she left her office and walked through the dueling classroom.
She strolled down the halls, walking down sets of stairs without knowing where she was going. Suddenly, she realized she was in the dungeons and she shrugged, continued to walk with no destination. Then she stumbled upon a door to a room she had never been in before. She opened it and blinked. It was magnificent.
She stepped over the threshold, feeling as though she was walking into something she shouldn't speak of. She felt ... safe. She hadn't felt safe in a while, and here she was, feeling undeniably all right and completely safe. She walked over to one of the tables and looked at them, before walking up to the middle, wondering what was so special with that table to be standing so alone in the middle.
She looked down at it, but didn't really see anything particularly interesting. That is, unless you love to watch white cloths. She smiled and felt herself relax into the silence of the room. Until the door opened, and her guard was put up instantly, looking at the person entering the room.