VIOLET SOPHIA STEVENS

[violet]

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{ A B O U T . Y O U }

Name: Ellie.
Gender: Femme.
Age: Seventeen years and six months and five days.
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{ Q U I C K . Q U I Z }

How did you find us? You’re actually all in my head, you know.
What about ISS inspired you to join? The cookies.
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{ A B O U T . T H E . C H A R A C T E R }

Name: Violet Sophia Stevens.
Age: 15.
Gender: Female.
Year: Fifth.
Face Claim: Zooey Deschanel. Yeah, I went there.

Canon or Original? Original.

Facial Properties: Violet has a very soft face. The structure of her bones isn’t too sharp, nor is it too round. It’s actually rather reminiscent of a porcelain doll. Her nose is narrow and pointed just slightly at the tip. Her cheekbones are high, and her jawline is long. Her chin has a very tiny dimple in the middle of it. Violet’s eyebrows are petite and well groomed, the same dark color as her natural hair shade. Her eyes are round and a beautiful shade of blue, with tiny speckles of gold and green that you can see if you look really close. Her eyelashes are thick, long, and naturally curly. Her hair naturally is a dark shade of brown, with natural auburn highlights you can only see if it’s summertime. She’ll charm it to be a different color if she’s in the mood. Her skin tone is pale, and she rarely has acne. She sunburns very easily.
Physique: Coming in at only 5’2”, Violet is often shorter than her peers. She has short little body, and is extremely petit. She’s definitely on the smaller side, with the curves in the right places. Her arms are probably a tiny bit longer than they should be proportionally, and she has small but elegant, slender hands. She doesn’t do much working out, but she does have enough muscle from all the time she spends helping move everything with the circus.
Wand Type: Willow, 8.5 inches, dragon heartstring.
Wand Expertise: Transfiguration.
Patronus: A butterfly.
Boggart: The man in the yellow suit [explained in history].

Personality: She loves people, really. Violet isn’t necessarily the loudest or most rambunctious person in the group, but she certainly loves laughing. Actually, giggling. Violet giggles. A lot. She’s just a really happy person, and she can find amusement in basically everything and anything. In her friendships, Violet is trustworthy and extremely caring. She thinks a lot about people’s feelings, and she’s a bit of a people-pleaser, but she’s allright with that. She wants her friends to know that she loves them, and random acts of affection are one of her specialties. Violet is definitely very motherly, and she’s always the one to ‘take care’ of her friends when they need it – even silly things like tying their shoes or cleaning up their mess after meals. It’s just how she works. She’s got an incredible capacity for empathy – she finds it quite hard to get mad at someone because of this. She just…she understands. She understands that shit happens, she understands that some people have different mindsets, she understands if her best friends don’t want to talk to her about something that’s traumatic, she understands when people get mad at her, she understands everything. So that’s why it’s hard sometimes for her when she just DOESN’T understand why someone would do something. Because when she gets upset, she gets upset. Real bad. If it’s because of something sad, she’ll be sad for a long time. She doesn’t argue with people. She’s never been really great at giving people advice, but she’s a fantastic listener. If you ever need anyone to listen to your problems, you should go to Violet because if she concentrates on something, she really concentrates on it. Nothing can pry her mind away from whatever she’s concentrating on. She’s so dedicated and really puts all her heart into the things she does. She’s honest, and has absolutely no shame. She’s incredibly comfortable with herself and sometimes she forgets that other people aren’t so open, and she ends up saying things and doing things that put a lot of people in “awkward” situations. But really, she’s just completely immune to awkwardness. She’s also pretty much incapable of judging people. Growing up where she did, and with the sort of people that she did, she doesn’t think anything is ‘weird’. She doesn’t think any certain types of people are more prone to do certain things. She can’t look at a person and make any assumptions about them. It’s a blank slate. And it’s not like she tries not to judge people. She just can’t. Period. She’s shy when she first meets people, but after a short while, she’ll open up to them pretty quickly. It is a bad idea to ask Violet to go and introduce herself to someone, because she gets really bashful and timid. She doesn’t mind that much what people think of her except for the opinions of her close friends and family. They’re the people who matter most to her, so their opinions are something she values very dearly. Violet is in love with the world around her, and she finds beauty in the simplest things. She gets sad when people are mean to one another – she doesn’t really see why it’s necessary. She rarely gets angry or annoyed. She’d very, very, very patient with people…so patient that it’s almost a flaw of hers. She’s humble and doesn’t like being recognized above others for her achievements…she does, however, acknowledge the fact that she’s a very intelligent girl and she just loves helping people with their homework. Violet has an extremely vivid imagination and she loves telling stories because she can see it all in her head happening.

Violet thinks everything is beautiful. No, really. Especially the simple things that’re often overlooked. I mean, she thinks everything else is pretty, but it’s pretty noticeable when you see a girl staring in awe at something as ‘lame’ as a bird. She thinks everything is incredible the way it is. She’s got a soft spot for babies of all kinds and ladybugs and fireflies and people who kiss on park benches in parks and parks in general and bubbles and blowing bubbles and sidewalk chalk drawings and people’s hands and stars and clouds and sailboats and bamboo and tap dancers and violin music and flowers and bumblebees and interesting looking leaves and pineapples [cause they’re funny shaped and feel funny beneath your fingers] and old books and old pictures and Debussy’s compositions and stained glass and sculptures and bagpipes and kilts and bearded men who drink too much and the feeling of sand between her toes. I’m going to cut off there, because Violet is getting excited. But really, she just…she’s so much like a little child because she thinks everything is the lovely. With Violet, it’s just…it’s just simple pleasures, man. She could get a kick out of sitting on the ground all day and staring up at the sky. Seriously. The clouds? She loves them. And making animals out of them. And then with the stars, she makes up little constellations. Astronomy is one of her favorite classes because it’s a class where she can just stare at the sky all night…fantastic, really, in Violet’s book. She loves going on adventures especially, because that way she can find all these new lovely, beautiful things she’s never seen before. All the members of the carnival go sailing every summer, and that’s one of her favorite parts of summer because they start somewhere none of them have ever been and always take day-long-breaks at places she’s never been. Violet loves eating food, and ethnic food is no exception. She makes a habit out of trying some new food at every opportunity. She’s an innately good person and all she needs in life is to see her friends happy. Another important aspect of Violet’s personality is that she’s absolutely one of the world’s biggest hopeless romantic. She spends a majority of her time daydreaming, and when she’s not doing that, she’s reading books that give her butterflies. She loves the concept of love, and she absolutely believes in it. She’s not really a prude, but…well, compared to a lot of girls in the school, she sort of is. She’s not the sort of person who’d waste her first kiss on just anyone. He has to be important. And the kiss has to have meaning. When she falls for boys, she falls for them hard – like, really hard. She’ll have crushes that last for months without end, and flings really aren’t her thing. She doesn’t expect much out of boys in a relationship, except his respect. She won’t go into it expecting a gift on every single anniversary, because she thinks that’s silly. She’d rather just go on a picnic and just…be with him. That’s all she really needs.

Violet is schizophrenic [why is explained in the history]. She’s also a schizophrenic on experimental medication. This medication takes care of basically everything; she rarely has hallucinations of people, the amount auditory hallucinations have certainly declined, she’s not as delusional as she was, speech problems are rare, her thoughts aren’t always in a jumble, and she’s still paranoid but it’s not as bad as it used to be [yet again, all of this stuff is explained in her history]. But…she still is schizophrenic, and sometimes these things pop up. She’ll occasionally go a day being completely convinced she’s Amelia Earhart. Sometimes she slurs her words, and her sentences come out completely and totally messed up. And sometimes she’ll be in the middle of a conversation, and her eyes will get all wide and she’s cling to you for dear life and insist you get her out of wherever you are because someone is stalking her. But the medication works. It really does. But….it’s also…experimental. And as a side effect of this experimental medication, she sees things. Hallucinates them. Happy things, of course. They’re normally incredibly random, and they’re almost always things that’re in the air. Like birds and rain and butterflies and paper air planes and hot air balloons and bubbles and clouds and fireflies. Those are just the most common ones, but there’s others. There are times she’ll honestly think they’re there and she’ll make a comment about them only to have one of her friends inform them that they’re not there. Another side effect of her medication is nightmares. Absolutely horrible nightmares, every single night. Now, don’t get me wrong. Violet sleeps. She sleeps a lot. In fact, resting is one of her favorite things. She’s not an insomniac because of it, because she’s such a heavy sleeper, but she doesn’t wake up from these nightmares. Not even when she’s being strangled to death, or she’s running from some madman, or she’s in some sort of messed up alternate universe and something absolutely mortifying is happening. She doesn’t wake up, and the dreams just keep on going and she’ll wake up in the morning when her alarm goes off, and she’s scared for a few seconds until she realizes she was sleeping, and it wasn’t real. But the dreams sometimes really get to her and she’ll think about them too much and she’ll get scared. She’ll sometimes have these mini mental breakdowns and she’ll be all horrified even after she wakes up and she won’t even want to go to class and she’ll lay awake in bed. Her paranoia isn’t completely taken care of by the medicine, and because of this it takes her a while to trust people. It’s not a good idea to scare Violet – like, jump out at her or something from behind a wall – because she’ll be spooked for probably about a week, in cases, when she’s around you because she’ll think you’re out to get her. It’s not a good idea to stare at her a lot, because she’ll think you’re plotting her demise. She’s already delusional Peeves the Poltergeist is on a mission to kill her.

She’s basically a genius. She’d always been rather ahead as a child, speaking her first words three months before the average baby – when she was around seven months old. She began playing full songs on the piano when she was only four, just by listening. It’s her memory that’s really truly astounding. With her memory, she remembers songs, she remembers all sorts of information, she remembers people’s faces and their names and their clothing, for Christ’s sake. But that information? She lives on it. She’s a notorious people-watcher. It creeps people out sometimes, because she’ll make random comments while talking to people about something they did that she probably shouldn’t know about…but she just does because she pays attention to everything. Eavesdropper generally has a negative connotation, but it’s not like Violet does anything mean with the information she hears. She knows the names of basically every single person in the castle [she does know the names and faces of everyone in her year and younger – from the Sorting Ceremony, of course – and nearly everyone older than her]. She loves observing people’s body language, and can catch on almost immediately when anyone is uncomfortable or when someone likes another person, she can almost always catch on just by looking at the way a couple acts around each other whether or not they’ve had sex, she can tell when someone’s mad but hiding it…she can even tell when a teacher is going to call her on in class when they’re looking around the classroom before they pick someone. She thinks humans are fascinating, so she pays a whole lot of attention to them. Calling her a people-watcher would certainly be accurate, and it’s something she’s not ashamed to admit. One of her favorite things is reading, and she does it an awful lot. She’s a fast reader and can get through a text book pretty quickly, so she’s almost always ahead in class. That leaves time for her to read other books as well. It would be a no-good rotten day for her if she didn’t have a novel with her. She’s quite nerdy, honestly. She quotes dead people all the time, and most people really have no idea what she’s talking about. She’s inquisitive and always likes to learn more; questions lead to even more questions and those questions stem off into even more questions and it’s this vicious cycle of Violet being her normal, curious self. She spends a lot of time after class with teachers learning more because she doesn’t want to take up class time asking questions, so she writes down a lot of her questions for later. She’s extremely organized, and her bedroom is almost always clean. She gets really frazzled whenever things aren’t in order. Even her backpack has a specific arrangement. She doesn’t get upset when people mess around with her stuff, she’ll just patiently put it back into place. She’s very responsible and she’s studious, always getting her work done before she plays. This doesn’t bother her though; she’s quite content with her studying-social time ratio. Everything about learning excites her, and if she could, she’d probably spend the rest of her life studying.


Likes:
+ Love.
+ Anything and everything outside. “Trees, birds, bees, ladybugs, fireflies, lilly pads, little froggies, big froggies, clouds, ducks, grass, Christmas trees, the stars, the moon, the sun, rain, thunderstorms, crinkly autumn leaves, snow, daffodils, daisys, bumblebees, tall grass, wheat fields, good climbing trees, trees with interesting roots that stick out of the ground that you find in big forests, the smell of burning wood, mountains, waterfalls, rainbows……just……everything!”
+ the Circus!
+ Playing the piano.
+ Jane Austen’s books.
+ Being happy! “Happy is the second best feeling in the world, next to being in love.”
+ People with interesting vocabularies.
+ Learning new things.
+ Music.
+ “A Little Princess”. It’s her favorite book.
Dislikes:
– Hate.
– Her schizophrenia.
– Scary dreams.
– The color yellow.
– Liars.
– Seeing her friends sad.
– Being late. Punctuality is important for Violet.
– When people take completely subjective words and attempt to apply them to the masses.
– Not seeing her friends for extended periods of time.
– Peeves. [He’s out to get her, she’s sure.]

History:

the maternal side;;

Guinevere Baptiste was not supposed to happen.

Her mother, Sara, came from a prestigious family. Her father was a lawyer in Paris, and that said it all. He was one of the best France had ever seen. Sara rarely saw her father. Her mother was gone half the time, too, off at her parties. Sara’s siblings all went on to university. Sara did not. Sara met a boy when she was fifteen, and she thought she was in love.

Guinevere Baptiste, I repeat, was not supposed to happen.

The boyfriend abandoned her when he found out. Sara tried to hide it for as many months as she could. The morning practices she once had were pushed back to ten am because she told her instructor she was taking Latin in the morning; she told her mother her instructor had to move around everyone in his schedule due to conflicts. But soon that wasn’t good enough. Soon she no longer had a perfect figure. Soon she could no longer fit into the leotard. Soon she had to tell her parents.

Her parents didn’t take it well. They kicked her out immediately, telling her she was the biggest disappointment they’d ever seen. “You were destined for greatness,” her mother screeched, “And you’ve thrown it all away just because of that stupid boy!”. But Guinevere thought she was in love. In fact, she knew she was in love. She knew he’d come back. She knew he’d get his act together and come find her somehow, and together they’d take care of the baby. And life would be good.

Life wasn’t good. The only money she had left was the money in her savings account – which was a substantial enough amount, but Sara knew she wouldn’t be able to support a child without a job. She was an excellent typist, and she got a job as a secretary. This was a good enough job, and once she had Guinevere, there were other women in the office who offered to have their teenage girls take care of the baby once Sara had her. And so this was the case for three years. Sara worked all day long, and Guinevere was always with the baby sitter. This was how things would be for five years, until Sara decided to take Guinevere to a Gymnastics Academy. Sara got two more jobs. They couldn’t afford much extra, and they had to shop at the second-hand shops, but Sara wanted so badly for Guinevere to have the life she never had. Whether or not she realized she wasn’t really achieving that, we don’t know. Guinevere rarely saw her mother. She went to school, came home, got on the city bus immediately to go to gymnastics and then came back around eight o’clock. Sara was only home on Mondays and Wednesdays at eight. All the other nights she was still working. And on the eve of Guinevere’s sixteenth birthday, she got a boyfriend.

Jedediah.

the paternal side;;

Coming from a relatively wealthy family, Jedediah was well off. His father was a wealthy investor with 12% majority ownership of a steel company – which ended up being extremely profitable. He was an only child until he was ten, when his parents adopted a Chinese girl named Emma. She was only a year younger than him and Jed took to being an older sibling very well. He was popular at his Boarding School, he played all kinds of sports, he was good-looking, he had plenty of girlfriends and he seemed to get along well with everyone. He associated himself with rich people. He didn’t know much else. But when he met Guinevere, he was taken off guard. Not all the people at the gym liked her; she was the poor girl with the cheap mother and no father. Guinevere could never go out and hang out with all the other kids from the Gym. She didn’t talk much. But she was an incredible gymnast – more talented than any of the other girls there. The other girls didn’t like that. And Jed didn’t like that about the other girls. In fact, he hated it. He stood up for her a few times, only to have her assure him she didn’t need his help. But he was determined to get to know the interesting girl. And so he persisted, and before he knew it, he was asking her to go steady with him. He had broken down the walls she put up again, and she was vulnerable, but she liked that. And she said yes.

their story;;

Sara wasn’t exactly pleased when she found out about Guinevere’s boyfriend. In fact, she was rather concerned. She didn’t want her daughter to do the same thing she did. She refused to let that happen. But she and Guinevere were on rocky ground – their relationship had never been that good, and when Sara tried to talk to Guinevere about it, they’d always end up fighting. Guinevere was happy when she was with Jed, though. And she knew she couldn’t give him up just because her mother was being sour about it. It wasn’t like she was going to do what Sara did, anyway. She wasn’t going to get pregnant and run away from home. And Jed would never leave her. They’d be happy together. But one day, Sara and Guinevere got in a bad fight. They hadn’t been talking civilly for a while, so it had been coming. It was another fight about Jed – she stayed over at his house one night. Nothing had happened, but Sara automatically assumed her daughter was getting into the same business she herself had gotten into all those years before. And Sara forbade her daughter from sleeping over at his house. But she did. And the results of this were disastrous. As soon as Sara left for work after the fight, Guinevere packed her bags. She was going to run away. She didn’t know where to, but she was going to. And she’d have to break up with Jed – she couldn’t pull him into this. Sara went to the bank to withdrawal all the money she had in there – it wasn’t much, but it would have to do. And she was off. The first place on her list of stops was to Jed’s house, where she’d break up with him. And then she’d go and wander around, maybe hop on a train and hopefully find a job somewhere. She’d have to so she could support herself. Her mother did it, and so could she. But the whole breaking up with Jedediah thing wasn’t working. Because he wouldn’t let her. He didn’t want to leave her, he didn’t want her to run off on her own, and he didn’t want her to get hurt. So after a long fight at Jed’s house, Guinevere finally agreed. They would run away together. And they did just that; they hopped the next train to Liverpool and found themselves in a little fishing city with a big personality. They were able to stay at Jed’s cousin’s house for a while, but then Guinevere found them the perfect job at just the right time. The traveling circus was in town, and Guinevere was at the bread shop when she overheard it. Two people were in there – one, an unnaturally tall man and the other a shorter girl with pixie cut hair and extremely bright makeup on. They were having a conversation about a girl who’d broke her leg after a fall off the flying trapeze. The two people didn’t know what they were going to do because they didn’t have a replacement. Guinevere didn’t say anything to them, but after they left, she followed them back to the circus tent. She was still a timid, shy girl. She stood outside the circus tent and peered her head around to watch the people in there. They were mostly fussing over when Frank was going to come back; Guinevere didn’t know who Frank was, but he was apparently the person who took the girl with the broken leg to the hospital. After waiting around and watching for a while, Guinevere turned around. But when she did that, she ran straight into a tall, larger man with a funny moustache. They both apologized immediately and the man asked what she was doing here. Guinevere explained the situation – how she overheard the two people talking in the bread shop and she followed them here. She also mentioned how she’d been training in gymnastics for the past twelve years and that she’d been quite good at it, and that she and her boyfriend had ran away from home and were currently looking for jobs. The man was interested immediately. He put his arm around her waist and led her into the tent, asking whether or not she’d ever been on a flying trapeze. She told him no, and he then looked to his co-workers and asked that they pull down the net. The man introduced himself as Frank. He was the ring master. Next thing Guinevere knew, she was being hoisted up onto a trapeze and being buckled into a pulley system in case she fell. There was the net, too. After messing around on the trapeze for a while, Frank declared that she would have to do. She was hired.

Guinevere went back to Jed’s cousins house immediately to tell him the news. But she didn’t know what they’d do – could she really take this job? She didn’t want to leave him. She knew that she wanted to be with him – she thought she was in love, and she didn’t think she could not be in a relationship with him. As long as they were both alive, she wanted to be his. She also knew they couldn’t make their relationship work if she was always on the road. But he was a gymnast too, wasn’t he? Frank told her they were going to cut the acrobatics out of the circus for the entire next month’s worth of shows so Guinevere could get the “hang of it”, as he said, so couldn’t Jed do it, too? Couldn’t they be partners? She voiced this idea to Jed, and he didn’t think it was realistic. He actually didn’t like the whole circus idea in the first place. It was unrealistic. But for her sake, he agreed to go to talk to Frank. He didn’t want to upset her anymore than she was already upset. So they walked back into town to where the circus had been set up, and they found Frank. Guinevere introduced them and told Frank that Jed had been a gymnast even longer than she had, and he was the best. He was a quick learner, he was strong, and he didn’t even have to be an acrobat. He could be a lion tamer. He could ride around on the back of an elephant with a woman standing on his shoulders while juggling. She didn’t care, she just wanted him with her. Frank laughed. As Guinevere was exploding in front of him, bursting with ideas about what Jed would do if Frank would just hire him, Frank had been thinking the entire time that Frank could just be Guinevere’s trapeze partner. It was something he’d been looking into anyway, but he just didn’t have the time to find a boy good enough. Frank agreed, and thus began Guinevere and Jed’s journey in the circus.

They got along great with all the other members. Guinevere and Jed were accepted into their family of sorts immediately. Their afternoons were spent performing and their nights were spent just hanging out, normally around a camp fire. For Jed, it was very different than anything he’d ever experienced, coming from a wealthy family, so he had some rocky experiences trying to figure out how the whole being poor thing worked, but he got used to it. Being surrounded by such a rambunctious group, Guinevere opened up a lot and became louder and more outgoing herself. Jed and Guinevere both grew as people greatly in their first six months in the circus. Their relationship was doing even better than before – they’d have their little spats about silly things, but they were a young couple, not even eighteen yet. They still thought they were in love, and eventually, Guinevere got pregnant. Just like her mom. Just like her mom. She was upset at first when she found out. She couldn’t bring a baby into the world because she wouldn’t have a job. She wouldn’t have a home. She wouldn’t have a job or a home because she couldn’t be an acrobat in the circus because she was pregnant. She hadn’t spoken to her mother in months, and the only contact Jed had with his family was with his little sister. They were screwed. But Frank wouldn’t let that happen. Guinevere and Jed were both part of his family, and he refused to see these kids out on the streets with no where to go. When Guinevere told him about the baby, she was crying, sobbing, in hysterics. Frank comforted her and told her that she shouldn’t be crying over the gift of life. They’d find someone else as a temporary, but once their child was big enough, she could continue as being the traveling circus’s acrobat. It was all going to be allright. Guinevere continued as the acrobat until she was about two and a half months along, and then Frank had his older sister come in and be Jed’s partner.

the child;;

Violet was born on a balmy night in the spring time. April 21st, to be exact. Frank hired a midwife for her so the delivery would be safe. Violet was a beautiful baby girl, with dark hair, pale skin and big blue eyes. As a baby, she didn’t fuss very much. She was a very happy baby as well, always giggling and smiling. The entire circus family embraced baby Violet, which was good because as Violet got older, Guinevere could focus on getting back in shape while the other circus members would hold her and watch her. Her first word was “fly” when she was seven months old, followed by more typical words like mom and dad. Amy, another girl in the circus, had a lot of younger siblings and told Guinevere and Jed it was pretty weird for their baby to be saying words so early. Guinevere didn’t really know what to make of this, but she figured she might as well take advantage of her daughter’s early development and continue nurturing her potential. Guinevere began playing records of classical music – Mozart, Debussy, Bach, Tchaikovsky, notably – and she read Violet books constantly, always talking to her and telling her baby what things were and what they did. When Violet was around two and a half, Guinevere put her in front of the piano to see what she would do. The result was astonishing. She loved it – when she first plunked a note on it, Violet burst into a fit of giggles, and after she finished laughing, she played another note and got an extremely concentrated look on her face. She continued playing for about fifteen minutes, just hitting random notes, and then Amy came up being Violet and played up a scale. Violet copied back. Amy changed the key and played up a scale again, and Violet could almost do the exact same thing – she missed one note. Amy told Jed and Guinevere about it and Guinevere went out to the record store in the town they were in at the time to buy a record of children’s songs so she could play it for Violet and see whether or not she could learn any of them.

Guinevere’s hypothesis was right. It took the toddler literally ten minutes to figure out Mary Had A Little Lamb. Nursery rhymes were no big deal and only took her a half hour tops to hammer out. When she was around four she was a master at Heart and Soul, and started learning songs like Fur Elise and then Moonlight Sonata. When she was six she started playing her own songs. She didn’t read sheet music, she didn’t write sheet music. She didn’t really even know what sheet music was, but it wasn’t like she needed it. Violet could just listen to something and play it right back. Eventually Frank decided he could use the tiny child as an act in and of itself. People from the audience could sing songs and Violet would play them back, in the right key and everything. Song name suggestions didn’t always work because she didn’t necessarily know the song, but if she did, she could play it. Sometimes people had a record with them and they’d throw the record on the player and pick a song, which Violet would play back. She also played the “background music” during the show – the typical catchy circus tunes, or the sort of music you’d hear on a carousel. She loved the piano.

Guinevere and Jed were ready for marriage when Violet was around three. They’d been dating for almost five years when the marriage finally happened, and Guinevere and Jed had both been sharing correspondence with their parents, who ended up attending the wedding. Sara was still very sour about Guinevere leaving, but she was glad to finally be able to meet her granddaughter. Jed’s parents were just happy that their son was talking to them, and they were very gracious. The wedding was a joyous, fun-filled day. It wasn’t very big, and it certainly wasn’t lavish, but it sufficed. It was just how Guinevere and Jed wanted it.

Violet was always a happy kid. She loved everyone in the circus, and everyone loved her; it was like she was everyone’s child. Jed had taken on the whole father role very well, and he was extremely fond of her, even though he might’ve secretly wished she’d been a boy at first. Guinevere made a great mother – she played with Violet as much as she could, and she made up bedtime stories every night before Violet went to bed about princesses and sword fights and daring princes and the typical happily ever after to finish. Violet loved her mom and dad, and they loved her back. It may not have been the best environment to live in – Violet was never really ever able to have any friends her age because the circus was always moving around England, but because she was always with adults, she matured pretty quickly and was able to hold a “real” conversation with someone long before your typical child. She was also very cute growing up, and people often commented after the show on what a charming child she was. But one time, someone went a little bit too far. Violet was ten. The man in the yellow suit came to the circus alone, and his intentions of going there we will never know. He probably didn’t plan on it happening when he went. At least, Violet likes to think he didn’t. But the man saw her during the show, sitting up at the piano bench, in her cute little dress and big smile on her pale, delicate face. She was cute. Adorable, really. And the man…the man must’ve liked that about her. After the show, he walked up to Violet and made small talk with her. Being as friendly as she was, Violet carried on the conversation with him, smiling and laughing and being her normal self. The man then asked Violet if she could show him where the elephants were. She agreed and led him out of the tent. Jed and Guinevere were in back, changing. It wasn’t like they were being bad parents –Violet was a big girl, and there were about twenty other people involved in the circus who were there if she was ever in trouble. And this time she was, but no one noticed. The man grabbed her as soon as they were out of the tent, wrapping her arms around her and holding his hand over his mouth. Violet kicked and screamed, but it was dark and no one heard. He carried her out into the woods, telling her it was all going to be okay, that he was just going to play a game with her. Violet thought she would never see her parents again, she’d never be able to hang out with everyone from the circus again. The man finally got her far enough into the woods and he put her down and told her to take off her dress. She stood there and stared up at him, tears in her eyes, before sticking her tongue out and turning to run from him. She didn’t make it far before he grabbed her tightly by the arm and yanked her back – he ended up dislocating her shoulder when he did that. He sneered at her, asking her why she was being so difficult, before yanking off her dress himself. She grabbed her face and pressed it to his before she bit him hard on the nose and letting out a shriek – luckily, however, Jedediah showed up right on time. Guinevere was running behind him. Guinevere got a hold of Violet before Violet could see what exactly her daddy did to the man, but that’s probably all for the better. Guinevere took Violet back to the circus tent and just held her, refusing to let go for a long time and waiting for her husband to come back. He finally did, and Violet was asleep in her mom’s arms. Jed had blood all over him. “I took care of it”. It was never mentioned again.

After this experience, Guinevere and Jed were extremely protective of their daughter. They almost opted for completely taking her act out of the circus – Frank’s idea, actually – but decided if they kept a close enough eye on her, people could continue to enjoy the little girl’s talents. Right after every show, Jed stayed around and stood next to her. No one was ever going to lay their hands on his daughter, ever again. Violet herself had a personality change – she was having lots of problems remembering things, expressing her feelings, and she began shockingly anti social. Her parents knew it was probably because of the man in the yellow suit. Violet also began having night terrors and she’d wake up screaming and crying and kicking. They knew something was very, very wrong while they were eating dinner one night. Violet was staring off into the distance, where the tent opening was, and she let out a yelp and buried herself in Jed’s arms, saying that the man was back again. Everyone looked up and stared out the tent opening. No one was there. “Is he still there, Violet, honey?” Guinevere asked Violet after Frank came back, informing them that no one was out there. Violet looked up and said yes. She was hallucinating. Guinevere took her to a psychiatrist and she was in therapy for about a month until the psychiatrist decided officially that she was schizophrenic. She was put on medication immediately, and Jed and Guinevere saw a great improvement. Violet was back to normal again after about a month of being on the mediation – her normal happy, bubbly self had returned. Jed and Guinevere were relieved. Violet’s scary hallucinations had disappeared, and, as a result of the experimental medication she was on, she started having pretty weird ones instead. But they weren’t scary, and that’s all that mattered for her parents.

Both of her parents muggles, Violet never knew about magic. A few funny things happened to her – sometimes she’d get a little bit too excited, and balloons would pop and glasses would break, or she’d get upset and people would trip. There was never any huge, defining moment. It was just a lot of little things. And those little things were just enough to merit a visit to her parents by a tall, bearded man by the name of Albus Dumbledore. Like any skeptical parent, they had problems believing him at first, until he proved to them it was the truth by transfiguring a wine glass Guinevere had been drinking out of into a baby elephant. He changed it back, of course, and they were sold. Their daughter would be attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Jed and Guinevere were a little paranoid at first – they didn’t want anything bad to happen to their daughter. They explained to Dumbledore the situation and he understood and assured them that Hogwarts was one of the safest places in the world, and she’d be able to write them as often as she wanted to. Violet was incredibly excited about Hogwarts when she found out. She was sad she’d have to leave everyone at the circus but she’d finally be able to make friends her age. And so Violet’s adventure began.

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[Professor Albus Dumbledore]

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