v.greengrass

violet greengrass 30 // hit wtich // pureblood

[viogreengrass]

I Think That Might Be [[VIOLET GREENGRASS]] Last Time I Saw [[HER]] Was In The [[SLYTHERIN]] Common Room. I Heard [[SHE]] Works [[AS A HITWITCH]] Now. The [[30]] Year Old [[PUREBLOOD]] Apparently Looks Alot Like [[ALEXANDRA DADDARIO]] Though I Have No Idea Who That Is. Some Say [[SHE]] Can Be [[CEREBRAL]] And [[DEDICATED]] Although, I Have Heard [[SHE]] Can Also Be [[IMPULSIVE]] And [[PROUD]] I Have No Idea What Side [[SHE’S]] ON, But If I Had To Guess, I Would Say [[DEATHEATERS]].

𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗦. full name : violet evangeline greengrass. nickname(s) : vi birthdate : april 27, taurus sun//scorpio moon gender & pronouns :cis woman & she/her. sexuality : hetrosexual positives : decisive, realistic, and unpretentious negatives : cold, self satisfying, and indifferent education : hogwarts // slytherin house. occupation : hit witch current residence : apartment above the corner of diagon alley & knockturn alley 𝗔𝗙𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦. mother : evangaline greengrass nee. yaxley father :alec greengrass siblings : younger brother, viggo greengrass, age 20 family: greengrass extended family : possible cousins relationship status : formally engaged. currently single allegiance : long standing member of death eaters 𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗟 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘. patronus : threstral. boggart : a deatheater removing their mask to reveal viggo. wand type : yew wood, dragon heartstring core, 10 1/2″, rigid.. amortentia : old books, wood burning fire, & fresh baked bread

[viogreengrass]

influences // violet greengrass //

Violet is kinda a mishmash of a few characters, or so I like to think she is. Probably the strongest muse is Cersei Lannister as she is cut throat, proud, and willing to go the distance to protect those she loves and cares for. Her membership to the deatheaters is only there to make sure that her selected core are safe. She would love to remove herself and run away from the shitshow that is pureblood english circles, but she is tethered to make sure Viggo can enjoy a life she only dreams of now. 

I would also compare her to Katrina Bennet from the show Suits. She is more than happy to put her head down and get to work rather than dance around the plans to get said work done. Because of the loss of Greggory, her focus has been her work, and she now laughs in her mothers face when the topic of betrothal is brought up. Not saying that her parents wont pull one over on her and securing her a groom, but the field is dwindling and Violet has now more or less accepted that she will be an old spinster. 

why // violet greengrass //

I choose to “create” Violet for a few reasons. I typically am more drawn to characters of gray morally, and being a slytherin myself, I wanted there to not only be a pureblood, but a pureblood deatheater that was pulled into the fold due to choices she made,and then faced the consequences of said choices. I want there to be a turning point in her development, but depending on how the war wages and her growing interactions with those on the other side, it may push her further into the mind meld of Voldemort’s followers. 

[viogreengrass]

closed @nottevie location ::: diagon alley

Violet was in a unusually upbeat mood. She was probably still reeling from actually talking to a family member that wasnt a blood purist maniac. At least, from what she knew about Dirk, there was a very high probability he didnt side with her. But she would protect him. As if in service to her long lost Aunt. Violet liked to think of her and Helena were cut from the same cloth. So as she moved through her small loft looking for that one book her mother gave her so so long ago saying it had belonged to her aunt when she was younger. Crouching before her stuffed bookshelf, she began digging around looking for “the” book. She began by placing books carefully on top of each other beside her, but shortly after the enchanted bookshelf seemed too much for organization, so she began just tossing them softly over her shoulder into her well worn chair. 

When she heard the crash behind her, Violet winced. Shit... she thought, turning slowly as if that would change the reality that awaited her. The breeze brushed her hair from her face, making it apparent the crash she had heard was in fact the window shattering due to the impact of a hefty hardback colliding with it. “Fuck fuck fuck” Vi said, clammering to her feet, and tossing on her boots before tearing down the stairs to the street front. She had hoped she hadn’t hit someone below, and that her book was still in good condition, as it had probably been on of Greggory’s. As she reached the door to the street, she had pushed through it, turning swiftly to find the Nott girl standing there, and the book at her feet, only inches from a large puddle (thank merlin).

“Ah, I hope it didn’t hit you...” Violet said, crouching to collect her wayward novel, dusting the dirt off of it. 

[honigimohr]

“I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can’t feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often.”

— Charles Bukowski (via hell0mandi)

[viogreengrass]

crexswell​:

Dirk’s brow furrowed for a moment, because once again something Violet said once again had said something which reminded him of his own mother…. He was sure that she had mentioned something similar about her own mother, It was actually why she swore by lemon meringue pies. She said that it was one of the only things she and her mother would do together when she was a girl, bake them.  He decided not to say that, it was probably just a coincidence… I mean, loads of people like them, he thought to himself. 

His expression changed back to a soft smile, which was much more common on his face, than the confused, blank one he had been wearing moments before.  He had opened his mouth fully intending on changing the topic completely, except that is not what left his lips, “I don’t know anything about my Grandmother on my mothers side, except for a couple of random things, she wasn’t exactly maternal, but she did occasionally bake with my mum and my mums sister,  when the mood struck her and it was always one of these…”  A sort of confused chuckle escaped him, “I dont actually know anything about her either… my aunt, but I’m sure she likes them too wherever she is.”

Violet unknowingly clicked her tongue when Dirk brought up their grandmother. She really wanted to explain to him that he was not missing anything, unless he was really into cold judgement. Violet thought back of the times she would be dragged off to her grandparents. She remembered her mothers father always being warm and kind to her, which was a stark difference to her interactions with her grandmother. When her grandfather died, she wept, which was met with rolled eyes from her parents and grandmother. She remembers sneaking off to the Yaxley estate when she was a preteen, tiptoeing around the manor to get to the family crypt in the back. She would sit beside the tomb holding the only family member that ever showed her constant love, and weep. 

Shaking her head to remove the memory, she caught Dirk saying he knew nothing of his aunt either. She took a breath, realizing it had been ages since visiting her grandfather, which was odd, because Yaxley Manor, now sitting still and silent since the passing of her grandmother a few years ago, had been left to Violet. Which should have, in theory gone to Dirk, being a Male and all, but after his mother ran away with a Muggle, well there went any chance of her of her children inheriting anything from their grandparents. So they made a quick change that Violet would inherit the Yaxley Manor upon the death of her grandmother. “Yeah, oddly enough I never met my aunt either” she said, before realizing who she was talking to. She cut into the meringue, stuffing a piece into her mouth as a way to shut herself up.

And her aunt was not wrong. This pie was amazing. She glanced over the slice, as if to analyze it, before setting it down before her. ‘Your mom has impeccable taste, this is amazing. And not, cause now I will be making all kinds of excuses to come here to get pie.” She smiled, taking another bite. 

[viogreengrass]

black-heiress​:

Bellatrix arched a brow at the older witch’s response, but though her lips pursed slightly she elected not to counter it with a retort of her own. Whilst she may have been a fighter at her core, she was also a lady, and a Black at that, and she knew that sometimes it was far more beneficial to hold one’s tongue.

Besides, she could think of worse company. Violet, her choice in men aside, was tolerable, though not someone Bellatrix could fully bring herself to trust. Maybe she had chosen her family when push came to shove, but such actions should never have been necessary. Why would anyone of their standing want to go off with a mudblood anyway? The Greengrasses weren’t exactly low down on the Sacred 28 hierarchy.

Still, that wasn’t a matter that needed discussing right now.

For a long moment she stayed quiet, watching as the bartender brought over the requested bottle. Only once Violet had taken her first sip did Bellatrix break the silence that hung between the two.

“‘As long as it gets the job done’,” hm? Sounds like you’ve had quite the day.“

Violet watched in anticipation as the bartender pulled a bottle down from the top shelf, dusting it off, twisting the cork off, before placing it and a glass in front of her. Preparing herself a heavy pour, she felt herself become more comfortable, and pulled the glass to her lips, taking a sip of the liquid, unsure if she would even like it. And boy, was it good. They say money cant buy happiness yet it can afford such luxury as this. 

As she savored the smooth liquor, she heard the Black sister speak up again. She glanced over at her  as she asked about her day. “Is it that obvious? Apologies.” Violet set down the empty glass, sitting back straight into her chair, tucking a stray strand of hair back behind her ear. “You could say I have had a day that was....” Violet searched her mind for the right word, “trying.” She gave the witch a soft smile, knowing the company the Black family kept, and the all but obvious side of the war they sympathized with. 

Pouring another few fingers of the amber drink, she swiveled the barstool to face the other witch head on, and took another sip. She pushed the bottle across the bar, “care to share it with me? It would be a crime to keep this all to myself.”

[viogreengrass]

location >>> muggle restaurant, woolwich, london open to everyone

Violet needed to get away. But she lacked the ability to do that. So she settled for escaping into the large and busy muggle world. She enjoyed walking along the Thames, and had decided to take a ferry to the other side as the sun reached its peak. As the ferry puttered across the frothy water, she realized really how hungry she was. 

“Figures” she said, remembering she had only a mug of tea this morning, as she began to feel around her pockets. “Fuck” she whispered to herself, realizing she only had sickles and galleons. Don't get her wrong. She wasn't above literally charming her way into a free meal, it just irked her knowing full well she could easily afford it. 

Once the ferry docked, she set eyes on the first restaurant and made a bee line. It happened to be a small Italian café, and she ordered something called “spaghetti”. She tried to remember if Greggory had told her about this, but shook the thought when a large bowl of noddle's and red sauce appeared before her.  Ehh... this looks like a mess she thought, picking up the fork and hovering over the bowl. Lost in thought of how to attack the food, a waiter appeared, spooking her, asking if she wanted some cheese grated over the top. “Uhm... sure”. “Ok” the waiter said, before grating a large amount of cheese, creating a small mound of parmesan before Violet realized he would keep going till she said stop. “That’s good, thank you” she said, hoping to finally have the table to herself to ponder how to eat her cheese with a side of spaghetti. 

After unceremoniously mixing the cheese as best she could into the rest of the dish, she took a small, slurpy bite. It was amazing. She allowed her guard to drop completely, noting she would probably not see a soul she knew, and really went to town on the food. 

Lost in thought and stuffing her face, it took a moment to realize someone had slid into the seat across from her. Someone she knew. Fuck. “Oh, hey there” she said, mouth full and not at all to the standard her family expected. 

@mxrsmxrdrestarters​

[viogreengrass]

black-heiress​:

Bellatrix sighed inwardly as she took a seat at the bar, summoning the bartender over with just a flick of her fingers. The young man had seen her in there often enough now to know not only who she was, but to know what she liked to drink, and so it didn’t take long for him to have the drink in her hand.

She sipped at it, savouring the familiar burn which slowly ebbed away at her irritation. The source of that irritation, of course, was her mother. In the few hours they’d spent together today the woman had suggested not one, not two, but almost a dozen potential suitors. Many of them she dismissed almost as soon as mentioning them, citing their lack of funds or some other trait she deemed undesirable about their family. At least half of those dozen names though had been ones she believed could truly be a good match for her daughter.

Bellatrix, of course, had no intention of meeting with any of those men. She knew most of them, having either attended Hogwarts with them or met them at various society functions over the years, and not one of them had managed to pique her interest. Perhaps they could, if she was not so focused on making a name for herself before becoming someone’s wife. In spite of what society tried to tell her, she was determined to be more than just a broodmare.

As she took another sip of her drink, she noticed a figure moving beside her, preparing to sit. “This seat’s taken.” 

It had been a day at the Ministry. The flurry of response to the attack at Diagon had quieted down, allowing normalcy to return in full. Except for her department. Per the direction of Crouch Sr, aurors & hit wix were ordered to make more rounds, become more visible, deter another attack. Which might work, had half the ministry not be in the pocket of the dark lord. 

Violet had the unfortunate assignment of working in London. Muggle London. And the area that she and Greggory had once shared. She spent most of the morning fighting the urge to go near it. She hadn’t been back to that spot in years. But she finally worked up enough courage and set eyes on the walk up she had once called home. 

The window of what had been their bedroom was replaced and all signs of fire damage nonexistent. She perched herself on a bench, in the small park across the street, and allowed herself a small moment to remember him. She can clearly see herself, walking behind Greggory, blindfolded, as he led her down the sidewalk. He had placed a hefty sum down to acquire this place, making sure that the comforts of her upbringing wouldn’t be lost in her life with a muggle born wizard. 

Snapping back to reality, Violet had realized the street lights have begun to turn on, and her work day had ended about an hour an a half ago. “Fuck” she said, standing quickly and moving to the nearest place of rest she knew. A pub.

Relaxing almost as soon as her shadow darkened the familiar door, she stepped in to find that the place was quite busy. Most tables spoken for and only a lone seat at the bar without a patron. She moved gracefully across the room, her long legs making short work of closing the distance. She recognized the witch in the seat next to the empty stool, one of the black sisters, the eldest if she was not mistaken. 

“This seats taken” she had said.

Right before Violet took it. “It would appear that way” Violet retorted to the younger witch, calling the barkeep over with her hand. “I’ll have a bottle of you're best, care not for what it is, as long as it’s expensive and gets the job done” she told the bartender. The effect of sitting across the street where the worst night of her life began for hours had affected her much more then she anticipated, and she had vowed that at least she could make her fathers purse hurt to make up for the hurt he had given her. 

[viogreengrass]

g-parkinson​:

location: outside of twilfitt and tattings

Georgie was thankful her father refused to do anything with the wedding. He didn’t need to be there. This wedding was only happening because of him, yes. But there wasn’t anything she wanted him involved in. That included her dress. It was only her first appointment, mostly taking measurements and going over what she wanted. It was fun, at least. Though it was very hard for her not to go with a black dress. She thought Barty would get a kick out of it the way she did. Maybe she should ask him. It would be perfect, honestly. If he was okay with it, she might just do it. 

Georgie hadn’t spent much time in Diagon since the attack. It was still a little too fresh for her. So she was immediately on edge when she heard yelling down the alley.  Someone was further up the lane, a better vantage point from where she was. “Is everything alright?” There was a slight edge to her voice she hoped wasn’t noticeable. “Nothing to worry about?” 

@mxrsmxrdrestarters​

Vi had figured she should get him something. His birthday was approaching, and he deserved a gift. But what? She had no idea what her soon to be 21 brother, Viggo, would even want. She knew he needed for nothing, her parents made sure of that. But she had stalked the alley a few times before finally settling on some sweets. No age restrictions there. Right?

She had squeezed herself into a really busy Sugarplum’s, filled with a lot of young wix, getting excited for the approaching school year. As she bewitched a collection of confections to float beside her as she moved towards the register, she saw it. Fuck. And she wasnt even on the clock. But the store had just replaced the window she had blown out, i mean, that had gotten blown out in the attack. A group of three boys, no more then 14, had been stuffing what looked like bertie bots into thier pockets, while another had kept a very poor lookout. Releasing her collection for Viggo, “Oi!” She called, glaring at the culprits, locking eyes, before they stopped and dashed through the crowd and out the door. Dropping her shoulders and throwing her head back, she sighed, before calling out “DMLE, OUT OF THE WAY” before quickly making chase. 

As she reached the main alley, it had gotten stedily busier. People were seemingly allowing themselves to carry on before, which she knew would only cause another attack, but much sooner then planned. She spotted the group of boys, running and glancing back at her, make their way past the dress shop and down a small side street. “Hey! STOP!” she called, closing the distance quickly with the long legs she had gotten from her fathers side. Thankfully, the crowds parted quickly for her, allowing her a clean shot for her wand. “INCARCEROUS!” she called, and immediately the trio was stopped, levitating from the ground, and tied together. 

Sheathing her wand and exchanging it for her badge, she showed it to the forming crowd, before charming it to follow her. She kept it out as she was alone, and a large crowd was forming. After getting the stolen sweets back, she released the young boys with a stern warning and a threat of reporting it to the headmaster Dumbledore. Not that he would do anything. She was telling the group all was sorted when she heard someone yell, asking if all was good. Holding her hands up, walking back towards Diagon she exclaimed “Yes, Mam, everything is fine, just a slight case of shoplifting, no need to fret” before noticing it was Georgiana Parkinson asking. Otherwise known as the newest pawn in the game of pureblood chess. Rumor had it her dear old pops had secured a engagement to another pureblood family, securing the purity of the new line. “No need to worry, just kids being kids doing illegal things.” She came to a stop beside Georgiana, dusting her hands off and pulling her ID back into her pocket. “Ironically, it’s kinda comforting.... reminds me of the alley before....the attack” she smiled softly at the younger witch, before glancing past her at the dress shop. “Little birdy tells me you recently became betrothed. Are congrats or apologies in order?”

[viogreengrass]

georgettexollivander​:

Georgette had felt so torn up inside that screaming was all she knew to do. Gideon was likely the only other person she would lose her shit in front of. Evie as well. She had very few people in her life let alone anyone she would show any vulnerability to. She supposed Violet had officially entered that small circle – except she looked terrified and shocked at Georgette’s outburst. She couldn’t blame Violet. Georgette wasn’t always …stable. At least she felt like she wasn’t stable, but didn’t normally allow herself to wallow in that. Instead she would use it to her benefit. Not this time. Oh well. She felt a bit defeated – until Violet kept going instead of running.

“I don’t drink.” Because of social pressures, Georgette did feel odd having to tell people she didn’t drink but she always refused to go into great detail as to why. She didn’t want to tell a sob story about being given up by her alcoholic druggie birth parents. Instead of telling that story she normally would make herself appear superior for not drinking or taking drugs. Again, Gideon and Evie were the exceptions. It seemed Violet might be put in that sphere but it all depended on how she chose to take those four words: I don’t drink. 

Quickly stepping closer to Violet with a hand raised she stopped Violet. “No, leave the wands to me!” she said urgently. “They need special care. I’ll need to do those on my own.” Making that statement gave Georgette a feeling of importance. It was only she or Garrick who could handle the wands. She was special.

“I could use something to eat. And some water,” she relented, raising her eyes to Violet. “I’m going to need some energy to handle the rest of this.”

“More for me then!” Violet said, responding to Georgette. She wished she hadn’t found as much comfort as she had in the bottle since...what happened... but she had. The use of alcohol to lull her to sleep has waned quite dramatically in the past few years, but she still found comfort every so often in the familiar burn in her throat. 

Recalling how many if any bottles she had at home, she was pulled back into the current reality when Georgette exclaimed she would handle the wands. “Fair enough. The sheer number of them gives me anxiety.” Violet held her hands up, feigning surrender, as she lightly stepped around the edges of the shop, before coming to a empty spot near the door. Maybe getting Georgette out of the store for a bit would be best.

“I can manage that.... have you ever been to Odette’s? Its this new muggle restuarant, but they have some trace of magic cause the food is impeccable.” Closing her eyes, remembering the last time she ate there, “and they have this chocolate cake, that if its your thing, you cant miss.” She placed her hand on the newly repaired door knob, opening the door to the street bustling with activity, saying “common, its on me” before holding stepping through the door frame. 

[viogreengrass]

crexswell​:

Following Violet to the display, he felt a sudden pang in his gut, it had been a good while since he had eaten something that wasn’t just coffee on it’s own. “Hmmm….”  He tilted his head as he eyed them all, “My mum always got a slice of lemon meringue pie…” As he briefly trailed off a fond smile reached his hues. “She tried so hard to replicate the one they do here, but she never quite managed…. i mean, i thought they were all delicious, but she was her toughest critic.”  Why was he just suddenly gushing about her anyway? Dirk hardly ever spoke about his mother unless asked… Maybe it was just that her birthday was coming up and she had been on his mind, yeah must have been that.

“But I always liked the jam and cream sponge.”  A chuckle fell from Dirk’s lips as he spoke, “It’s all so good, though i can’t really pick a favourite.”

“Well, if its so good your mother got it every time, it must be divine.” She held up her finger to get the attention of the employee behind the case of sweets, “I’ll have a healthy slice of lemon meringue, and whatever he would like” she stepped back from the case, smiling at Dirk. 

Violet eyed the pie while the girl behind the counter slid the large pie off the pedestal, and slid a knife through the spongey meringue. “I’ve always been partial to lemon. It was the only plant my mother would tend to herself in our garden. We had a a small plot up by the back door, probably 4 or 6 trees depending on the season. She would have our elves incorporate it into every meal possible. Said it would remind her of her mother.” 

[viogreengrass]

georgettexollivander​:

Unfortunately – or fortunately, she wasn’t sure – Violet was right. Georgette hated being wrong. There weren’t many people who would tell Georgette she was wrong and she actually listen. She might be a mess but that seemed more understandable given the time frame, but she wasn’t feeble. She. Wasn’t. Feeble.

If Georgette actually believed the things flying out of her mouth then she wouldn’t have said them as doing so would give the other leverage. That’s what she tried telling herself as she saw Violet’s response anyway. She knew Violet wasn’t pissed off in the traditional sense. She could see it’s because she cared – right? Georgette wanted to get it together and seeing the eyes and take charge of Violet lit a fire.

“Fuck,” she stated. It wasn’t a cry or exclamation. Just: fuck. It seemed to be the only word that made sense. She couldn’t keep beating herself up. What good would that do? She had a life of tragedy, loneliness and secrets but never let any of it get her down – don’t start now.

A piece of her wanted to fight with the witch she could describe in oh so many words but instead Georgette turned around and screamed. No warning, just hands on her knees and guttural screams. She had to get the shit out and Georgette wouldn’t cry, but, boy – she could scream. She screamed her pain and screamed her tears and screamed emotions she didn’t understand. She screamed so loud it left her ears ringing.

Once she was finished, Georgette stood up right and cracked her neck. She turned around like nothing happened. “Where were we?”

The sudden sound startled Violet, causing her to jump, bracing herself by placing her hands against the shelf she had just repaired. “Merlin” she breathed, glancing back at Georgette. “Uhm... “ Violet took a breath, looking around, “cleaning up and then going to grab a bite? Or a drink. A drink seems more likely”. She turned back to the next shelf, knowing she didn’t get an answer to her question about the wand placement, and began repairing that one. As the screws and wood splinters flew past her back into place, she called over her shoulder “this really shouldn’t take all that long. Probably the only time Ollivander’s being so small has worked in ones favor right?” She moved down the wall, repairing the shelves carefully, until she was standing next to Georgette. “See, shelves are done, windows repaired, now the wands” she said, looking at the pile of slender boxes before them.

[viogreengrass]

crexswell​:

Dirk had always been, almost to his own detriment, far too friendly and open to meeting new people. He also knew that right now was not exactly the best time to start making new friends, and hanging round with total strangers. But even still, somewhere between his overly friendly side and still finding familiar in the woman, a smile started to grow on his lips and he found himself nodding. “Sure, what do you fancy?”  

“I actually just got off work, so I didn’t have a huge amount planned.”  He sighed slightly, his smile nearly faltering.  It bothered him that aside from Ted, he didn’t have someone to hang out with after work if Teddy was busy.  Not that Dirk disliked his own company, but he was human afterall and cursed to feel lonely every now and then.  “Wait… am i keeping you?  Do you have to be somewhere?” 

“Oh no, just enjoying a day off” Violet said, smiling, as she slid past him into the small shop; Every fiber of her being was pulling the other way, to run out the door, and sprint down the street to get away. But....she didn’t. Moving towards the glass covered displayed, she eyed the treats in all their glory. Treacle tart, cauldron cakes, and pumpkin pastries were scattered among slices of cakes and pies. Violet wanted everything, realizing in that moment how hungry she really was.

Standing up and looking at Dirk, she placed her hands on her hips, before asking “ok, everything looks amazing, what would you suggest? ”

[viogreengrass]

crexswell​:

The sensation Dirk was feeling sort of reminded him of when he used to watch Muggle soap opera’s with his paternal grandmother, and the pair of them would recognise an actors face, but couldn’t place them for the entirety of whatever they were watching, only for it to come to one of them hours, and sometimes days later. It was usually just that they had seen them in another show they had also binged. It must have just been that he had seen this woman’s face in passing and had taken it on board without realising….yeah must have just been that. Because there was an alternative which had not escaped Dirk’s mind, but firstly, he had absolutely no idea if his mother’s sister was even still alive, let alone if she ever had kids. That right there was a huge, and unlikely leap.  Merlin Dirk, stop being so dramatic. 

Nodding in agreement, “Yeah, guess it must be that.  I work in the Ministry too, theres so many faces in there.” And he had thought the muggle world was a busying place full of people needing to go where they are going, bustling about. But the wizarding world was that ten fold, and the Ministry was just one building within that mayhem. 

“She has good taste.”  Dirk said with a kind smile weaving onto his lips. Deciding not to add that she was lucky she still had her mother to visit, even for him, who seemed to be experiencing some kind of truth serum episode, just without the serum, that was too personal.  “Their baked stuff is so good too, highly recommend. It’s a shame your mum didn’t come with you, nothing quite beats sitting in here…the smell and the atmosphere and everything.”

“Well, if your not too busy of course, would you mind splitting something with me?” Violet asked.

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!?! she thought.

That was way to forward. Dear Merlin.... she had asked him before she even had realized it, unable to stop herself. “I mean, I just have never been here, and I would hate to choose something pedestrian. But if you have somewhere else to be, no problem.” Violet tried to regulate her breathing, nonchalantly, as she offered another toothy grin.

[viogreengrass]

hogwartsflower​:

“If you’ve seen them, you’d know.” She said as she tried not to roll her eyes. “Last I knew they still had their quidditch robes on,” Sophia told Violet trying not to make a face. Not only were their robes usually quite dirty after a game, but she did not like the attention it brought on her. She might have made the team at eighteen, but she didn’t like being the center of attention. Some things hadn’t changed since she left Hogwarts only a few months previous.

“They play for Puddlemere,” she added realizing she had not included that nugget of information. “Don’t suppose you have seen them?”

“Oh,” Violet replied, thinking back if she had seen or spoken to anyone in navy quidditch robes with gold accents.  “I have not, but thats a good thing. I have spent my day in the epicenter of the attack. I dont recall anyone in quiddich robes actually.” She tried to keep her tone steady, hoping to will the younger witch to her feet. 

Violet appreciated quiddich, and it seemed fun enough. But she never played. She couldn’t wrap her head around the idea of of flying around with loose bludgers around. And while in school she had better things to do then watch games in the rain. 

“Hopefully this means that they moved along out of the alley prior to the attack, or have found a seat at the cauldron.” This time Violet left little to chance, standing beside the smaller witch, and looping her arm behind her. Not touching her, but more or less trying to herd the girl along. 

[daddarioh]

[viogreengrass]

georgettexollivander​:

There was something going on inside Violet that Georgette couldn’t understand. Everyone had their secrets. Who was Georgette to try and uncover them? She wouldn’t want that for herself but it was still curious. There was almost something seething inside the woman she didn’t know well but felt like she’d known for ages. 

Why did she offered to stay with her?

Did she want to protect Georgette? Did she just feel bad for the pathetic witch standing in front of her? Did she not want to ask the same questions over and over to other shops?  Was she bored and wanted to pretend to help? Just – why?

“I don’t know why you’d want to stick around here. I’m this feeble little mess and that is not me.” Georgette wasn’t sure why she said that. It was likely looking for insight about why Violet wanted to stay. There were too many unanswered whys since this bullshit of an attack. She was questioning everyone’s motives while struggling to get her head on straight. Just – deal, Georgette screamed inside. Just – fucking – deal!

Raising her face to meet Violet’s, Georgette couldn’t stop staring into her piercing eyes. In that very moment, Georgette wished she was comfortable with being touched. “ Vi –” she couldn’t say anything. “Um. Only if you want to. No pressure.” 

Violet shook her head. Georgette was as close to a friend that she had, and leaned heavily into the snake ideal of protecting those she cared for. And by extenstion, if Georgette cared about Ollivanders, then so did Violet. Violet pulled out here wand, turning to the first set of shelves in the small store, charming the window back together, as Georgette questioned why Violet would stick around.

“...I’m this feeble little mess and that is not me.”

“Shut up” Violet called behind her, “youre shooken up, there is no hard fast and fast rule as to you should be over it in a certain time. You and I both know you are not a feeble little mess.”

“Um. Only if you want to. No pressure.”

“Do you see me leaving?” Violet asked, as the last pane slid into place. Violet smiled at the window, seeing the reflection of Georgette in the neat glass. Turning on her heel, she looked at the pile of wand boxes scattered at her feet, the shelf that that housed them, destroyed. “Where these on the shelf in any particular order? Or kind just put there?” she asked, as she charmed the shelf back into working order.