In everything Alecto did there was a seed of danger, buried deep not necessarily in the act but in the fair haired witch herself. It might have been the park of insanity, or as she preferred to believe brilliance. Maybe it was the calling card of a broken girl, as she undeniably was, or maybe it was because she became bored all to easily. When it came down to it Alecto didn't care why she was the way she was, she didn't bother analyzing her twisted ways. However in this moment that seed of danger wasn't so obvious, it was hidden though not so deeply as she sat with a book in her hands, her small body curled up into the chair, hair falling in lose curls around her face, making her look almost angelic to anyone who might not know better. Alecto's dark eyes lifted as she heard the door creak open, focusing on the individual entering.