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It was the night of the Yule Ball, and instead of dancing and looking beautiful like most of the other girls, Violet Bellamy was taking unsteady steps from the Library to the Hufflepuff common room. Violet had no right to be at the Yule Ball, anyway. It wasn't as if anyone would taken her. Aries might have, but it was almost as though he had been nothing but a dream - disappeared from Hogwarts almost as soon as they had met. Violet heaved a sigh as she thought about this, a sigh that almost shook her whole body. Violet was exhausted - and that was an understatement. She had tried, and she had failed. She knew she hadn't done any better than As in any of her classes except for Arithmancy - which was her passion. She didn't know what her mother would say, or her father, or her grandfather, or her cousin. She'd been stressed to begin with, and then she couldn't sleep, couldn't eat, couldn't study, and then her marks would drop and the stress would increase. It was a vicious cycle. And now Violet was a walking wreck. Her normally sparkling green eyes were now dull and lifeless, encased in dark circles. Her strawberry-blonde hair (with the red beginning to show at the roots) was messy and limp, her hands shook, her legs shook - everything was shaky.
Without warning, she began to cough, and her legs shook so violently that she fell to the floor, landing on her hip and right elbow. She continued to cough, shivering and whimpering in pain. She'd promised she wouldn't let herself end up like this, but she had broken that promise. She didn't want to face her parents about her marks. She didn't want to face anyone, looking like this. She'd ruined herself, she knew. Tears welling up in her eyes, Violet rolled on to her stomach and pushed herself up on weak arms. Nobody would find her...she just needed to crawl back to her dorm room somehow before the ball came to an end. She had to be well hidden by the time Rhyspa and Lemina came back, in any case. And she didn't want the first years to see her looking so terrible. Not their third year prefect.
And she figured things were only going to get worse over the next few years. Still, it was hard to imagine a worse moment than right now, for Violet.
Without warning, she began to cough, and her legs shook so violently that she fell to the floor, landing on her hip and right elbow. She continued to cough, shivering and whimpering in pain. She'd promised she wouldn't let herself end up like this, but she had broken that promise. She didn't want to face her parents about her marks. She didn't want to face anyone, looking like this. She'd ruined herself, she knew. Tears welling up in her eyes, Violet rolled on to her stomach and pushed herself up on weak arms. Nobody would find her...she just needed to crawl back to her dorm room somehow before the ball came to an end. She had to be well hidden by the time Rhyspa and Lemina came back, in any case. And she didn't want the first years to see her looking so terrible. Not their third year prefect.
And she figured things were only going to get worse over the next few years. Still, it was hard to imagine a worse moment than right now, for Violet.