Violet was feeling a bit better now that she had a dish of ice cream in front of her--violet, her favorite, just like her name. She was so glad it was Uncle Horatio who'd come to pick her up at King's Cross Station. She was still in disgrace after her escapade last year and was supposed to go straight home after she got off the train, but she could always wheedle Uncle Horatio into letting her do things--probably because he hated arguing and confrontation so much.

She looked over at the plump, bespectacled man, who sat nervously picking at his own dish of plain vanilla. He looked back at her with his round, owlish eyes and said, "So....h-h-how was your year at Hogwarts?"

"Oh, fine...it was fine," she said quickly, looking back down at her dish. Yeah, it was just fine, until she got possessed by a ghost. Violet wondered if she would ever live that down.