War Paint | Astraea

[attr="class","lyric2slyth"]When nighttime turns to dawn
And when the moonlight comes
That's when she starts to run

[attr="class","textbodslyth"]Saturdays were yearbook days for Artemis. The Yearbook Club had always been her thing, and her friends had always known that about her. Newspaper was fun, and all, but yearbook left a lot more room for creativity. She liked it, and she had been more than up for the task when given the editor position. Artemis could do this. Photography, writing... that was her thing. It would be a busy year, with her Hazard internship, but if there was one thing that Artemis was good at, it was prioritizing. And she always put herself as the first priority, so taking charge of yearbook and landing that internship had simply made sense. Ever since her first year, Artemis had poured her heart and soul into this. She had bloody earned the editor position--and this year, it would be an amazing yearbook. Well, she would save the best for her graduation year. Their graduation year, really. That was a little bittersweet to think about, that the lot of them would be entering their seventh year and then leaving Hogwarts. Artemis and her friends had been together since first year--leaving just seemed so odd.

But there was time. And for now, anyone that knew Artemis knew that she usually devoted most of her Saturday to working on the yearbook. She would viciously claim one of the empty classrooms, then set up camp and start working. There was likely a Quidditch match going on--right, she had heard about that yesterday. Hufflepuff versus Slytherin. Maybe she should have gone to cheer on her own house, but there was no benefit in it, really. She would go to the Ravenclaw game next week, for sure, if only to watch Apollo moon over Alis and then vehemently deny it all. That was all very cute. Her brother had fit in quite well with her friends when he had started at Hogwarts last year. Artemis would admit she had had some concerns--Apollo had been homeschooled for so long, she didn't know what would happen. And he was far less social than her. But they had all taken him in, whether he liked it or not. And she could tell they had grown on him. They still weren't whole--Artemis missed Demeter, a lot. But... who knew what would change. Especially with the epidemic.

Sixth year was good. She would make it good, or so help her Salazar she would strangle someone. This--this would be a fine year. Artemis would get it together. She would stop her very toxic on-again-off-again relationship with Isa. Maybe. She had also said that last week, and that certainly hadn't happened. But that pesky little Ravenclaw had a way about her. Artemis found it hard to say no to her, and she was fairly sure the conniving little blonde knew that all too well. Bloody beautiful harpy, she was. And it wasn't even worth mentioning Zeph. Merlin help her, she had been even more of a mess around Zeph this year. Artemis wanted to be around him, of course. They were best friends. But then, he also made it really hard for her to focus on things, and he got this tinge going on her cheeks that Apollo always had to point out. A mess. That was what it was.

The sound of footsteps pulled Artemis' attention away from the layout panel in front of her. She was standing over the desk, her palms leaning on the wood, as she looked up sharply. Her features softened into a bit of a smirk as she saw who had just entered. "Astraea, hey," Artemis greeted. "How's it going?"