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Today was Violet's sixteenth birthday. Oddly enough, despite sixteen being such a big age - she could now sing 'I Am Sixteen Going On Seventeen' from The Sound Of Music, for one - Violet most definately did not want to make a show of her birthday. She wanted a quiet affair. And if people she knew saw her, they could join her if they wanted. But if not, then that was fine too. She needed it to be relaxed, though.
Because now that she was entering OWL year, Violet was starting to feel stressed and anxious. Those two words were very ominous for Violet. For she had never been particuarly strong, especially not in the heart (although what physical strength she may have lacked she more than made up for with emotional strength), but now that she was starting to feel the stress, Violet was beginning to worry. And worry led to anxiety. And anxiety led to shortness of breath and quickening of pulse. And if that anxiety got a little too strong...
Just thinking about that nearly made her anxious. So, deciding to forget about it for the moment, Violet looked at the cake in front of her, situated neatly in a container on her blanket. It was a small chocolate cake, a chocolate brownie like cake with raspberries on and in it. Her favourite. Smiling to herself, Violet cut herself a small slice as she hummed 'Happy Birthday' to herself, and then took a bite out of the cake. "Mmm." Replacing the lid on the container, Violet looked up at the afternoon sky - she had had classes earlier in the day, and this was her first chance to get outside.
Sixteen may have been a momentous age, but seventeen would be the eventful one. And eighteen, back home.
Because now that she was entering OWL year, Violet was starting to feel stressed and anxious. Those two words were very ominous for Violet. For she had never been particuarly strong, especially not in the heart (although what physical strength she may have lacked she more than made up for with emotional strength), but now that she was starting to feel the stress, Violet was beginning to worry. And worry led to anxiety. And anxiety led to shortness of breath and quickening of pulse. And if that anxiety got a little too strong...
Just thinking about that nearly made her anxious. So, deciding to forget about it for the moment, Violet looked at the cake in front of her, situated neatly in a container on her blanket. It was a small chocolate cake, a chocolate brownie like cake with raspberries on and in it. Her favourite. Smiling to herself, Violet cut herself a small slice as she hummed 'Happy Birthday' to herself, and then took a bite out of the cake. "Mmm." Replacing the lid on the container, Violet looked up at the afternoon sky - she had had classes earlier in the day, and this was her first chance to get outside.
Sixteen may have been a momentous age, but seventeen would be the eventful one. And eighteen, back home.