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Today, on the fourth of September, 2022, Violet Bellamy was turning fifteen. Fifteen wasn't that spectacular an age, in her honest opinion, but it was a nice age regardless. Wasn't quite the milestone of sweet sixteen, or seventeen - adulthood in the magical world, or eighteen - adulthood back home in Australia, but it still seemed somewhat cool. Fifteen. I'm fifteen years old today.
Violet toyed with her breakfast, contemplating the day ahead. She was sure she had a class, but she couldn't quite remember what it was. She would check later, she figured, when she'd go to the common room and have some chocolate and get her books. She hoped she would get to see Aries today - her mouth curved in to a sly smile at the thought. She had become quite attached to the fifth year Ravenclaw, to say the least. She'd make a point of seeing Angus at dinner if they hadn't seen each other before - he was dating Kailey's little sister, and about time too, he was mad about her and hadn't shut up about her all holidays. Taking a sip of her juice, Violet stared off in to space, fiddling with the bracelet around her wrist, a present from her grandfather. She wondered if anyone knew or remembered that it was her birthday. Still, there was the whole day ahead.
Slightly self-consciously, she tossed her newly blonde hair over her shoulders, looking down at her uniform, which her mother had tailored for her. Her sweater emphasised her well-developed figure, which she normally kept hidden under baggy clothes or her work robes. But she had promised to be more outgoing and happier with the way she looked, and try to look more glamourous. She was wearing lipgloss, for heaven's sake. The fourteen year old Violet would never have done such a thing. Sitting up a little straighter in her chair, she pushed her shoulders back and tilted her head to the sky, lost in reverie.
Violet toyed with her breakfast, contemplating the day ahead. She was sure she had a class, but she couldn't quite remember what it was. She would check later, she figured, when she'd go to the common room and have some chocolate and get her books. She hoped she would get to see Aries today - her mouth curved in to a sly smile at the thought. She had become quite attached to the fifth year Ravenclaw, to say the least. She'd make a point of seeing Angus at dinner if they hadn't seen each other before - he was dating Kailey's little sister, and about time too, he was mad about her and hadn't shut up about her all holidays. Taking a sip of her juice, Violet stared off in to space, fiddling with the bracelet around her wrist, a present from her grandfather. She wondered if anyone knew or remembered that it was her birthday. Still, there was the whole day ahead.
Slightly self-consciously, she tossed her newly blonde hair over her shoulders, looking down at her uniform, which her mother had tailored for her. Her sweater emphasised her well-developed figure, which she normally kept hidden under baggy clothes or her work robes. But she had promised to be more outgoing and happier with the way she looked, and try to look more glamourous. She was wearing lipgloss, for heaven's sake. The fourteen year old Violet would never have done such a thing. Sitting up a little straighter in her chair, she pushed her shoulders back and tilted her head to the sky, lost in reverie.