Violetta Crouch
Well-Known Member
- Messages
- 46
- Wand
- Ebony Wood, 9'¼" Essence of Unicorn Tail Hair
Violetta watched as the sun drifted gently beneath the horizon as the clock struck seven. It was time for the first meeting of the Little Witches group she had started in a bid to educate children, and to fill the stretching void of what was missing in her life. Her blonde hair curved elegantly into an upright bun, and her clothes were far more casual than her usual flowing dresses. The miniature carriage clock upon the mantelpiece, continued to tick onward as Violetta waited the arrival of the first children and helpers. She was planning a nice, gentle introduction into the group for the attendees, which would hopefully give her the chance to get to grips with the responsibilities of what she had accepted.
Her eyes brushed carefully over the handwritten forms for each child enrolled, double checking ages and names, trying to memorise them in her head. As the clock ticked over to six-fifteen and Violetta set down a plate of violet coloured cookies, she heard the large brass knocker of the front door, beating out a rhythm. A smile crossed her aging face. She left the comfort of the the small hall of her manor she had dressed and readied for the occasion, and padded to the front door in her gardening shoes. Slowly, she opened the door, welcoming the guests into her home. "Hello," she beamed, "you're the first ones here. Please, do make yourself at home- the meeting room is just through there."
Her eyes brushed carefully over the handwritten forms for each child enrolled, double checking ages and names, trying to memorise them in her head. As the clock ticked over to six-fifteen and Violetta set down a plate of violet coloured cookies, she heard the large brass knocker of the front door, beating out a rhythm. A smile crossed her aging face. She left the comfort of the the small hall of her manor she had dressed and readied for the occasion, and padded to the front door in her gardening shoes. Slowly, she opened the door, welcoming the guests into her home. "Hello," she beamed, "you're the first ones here. Please, do make yourself at home- the meeting room is just through there."