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astrocat · 08-10-2021, 11:45 PM

SPOILER!!: Hi Violet!

Ash looked towards the voice. There was no need- she knew who it was already. Still, the right thing was to look at people when they spoke to you. It was polite, and it made you seem more commanding. Father always looked people in the eye. He was scary, and people always jumped to do what he wanted. See the point? Alex did it too. He gave people a calm, knowing look and they did what he said. And Dustin, he tilted his head and smiled and nobody disagreed with him. And Brandon... and Theodore. They could do it too. “Hey Violet.” She didn’t much care what Violet called her as long as it wasn’t insulting. Plus, Ash was practically her real name now. “How are you? I was just... writing something to my brother. Brandon, the older younger one...” She wasn’t sure what it was. It was a gift, but maybe she meant it as an apology? It didn’t matter. He was smarter than her. He’d get it.

Ash looked back out the window. “How’s your year... summer... train ride... whatever going?” She was suddenly desperate for good news. She wanted to her something that didn’t involve MOM, the war, Poppy, nothing. There must be something good around here. She wanted to know the good things. And while Violet didn’t seem like a very happy person in general, she was the only one here.

08-10-2021, 11:45 PM	#4 (permalink)
astrocat Puffskein Join Date: Jul 2020 Location: New York City Posts: 2,139 Hogwarts RPG Name: Brandon Fox Hufflepuff Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Phoebe Calypso [s]Dupont[/s] Slytherin Third Year	Which came first, the phoenix or the flame? SPOILER!!: Hi Violet! Quote: Originally Posted by MadAlice Violet had decided not to let anything that happened at Hogwarts bother her any longer. Not the fact that unbelievably awful things had happened due to a staff member and no real explanation had been given, or that (she'd heard rumored) Professor Schmoe wasn't coming back next year, or that she had once again failed to make any headway with becoming a more sociable being (mostly due to the awful things going on, again). But no, she wasn't going to let that bother her, or think about the long conversation her grandfather (who undoubtedly had found about all these things) would want to have with her in his study as soon as she got home. Right now she was (finally) headache free, clear-headed, and well-fed, and she was going to sit right down in the rowdy back cars, pull out her journal, and enjoy the train ride back as she wrote her final account of her fourth year at school. Pushing the car door open, she saw Ashley sitting there, writing on the back of what looked like a drawing. That was okay--Ashley was okay. Violet used to think she was overly suspicious and pessimistic, but it was Violet who'd been wrong, because the world was apparently as sinister as Ashley seemed to think it was. "Hi, Ash," Violet said as she stowed her carpetbag under the seat and arranged her journal and pencil on her lap. She wasn't sure they were on close enough terms to use the girl's nickname, but Violet was feeling bold today. Ash looked towards the voice. There was no need- she knew who it was already. Still, the right thing was to look at people when they spoke to you. It was polite, and it made you seem more commanding. Father always looked people in the eye. He was scary, and people always jumped to do what he wanted. See the point? Alex did it too. He gave people a calm, knowing look and they did what he said. And Dustin, he tilted his head and smiled and nobody disagreed with him. And Brandon... and Theodore. They could do it too. “Hey Violet.” She didn’t much care what Violet called her as long as it wasn’t insulting. Plus, Ash was practically her real name now. “How are you? I was just... writing something to my brother. Brandon, the older younger one...” She wasn’t sure what it was. It was a gift, but maybe she meant it as an apology? It didn’t matter. He was smarter than her. He’d get it. Ash looked back out the window. “How’s your year... summer... train ride... whatever going?” She was suddenly desperate for good news. She wanted to her something that didn’t involve MOM, the war, Poppy, nothing. There must be something good around here. She wanted to know the good things. And while Violet didn’t seem like a very happy person in general, she was the only one here.