"She fucken saw me leave without my clothes and let me leave like that!" Violet shouts at her phone which is on speaker with Cressida on the other line. "I mean what's the whole 'hate Slytherin' deal anyways?"

There's a pause of silence and Violet stares at the phone on her bed as she folds the clothes Cressida gave her last night. "Death Eaters." Cressida's voice is finally heard. "Death Eaters is the whole deal. It's to complicated to explain but it's normal, I guess. We've dealt with it since forever."

It isn't complicated, Violet has heard the stories of Voldemort's followers. The whole war situation was like a reality TV show for France. Violets parents swore up and down that they would keep her away from the dark side but it seems her new friends are part of it somehow.

"I'm sorry about everything." Violet comforts and she takes the phone in her hand and shouts into the speaker. "Genevieve is a bitch and she'll get something coming to her! I will –"

Violet stops speaking when she picks up Draco's Quidditch jersey that he lent her last night. She stayed up all night thinking about their encounter and the way he kept his eyes on her. She holds the jersey to her chest and inhales the smell of his expensive cologne. It smells amazing.

"Okay so I'm going to guess that you're passed out –" Cressida's voice pulls Violet back into reality. "– or you're just quiet for no reason."

"Sorry I just can't stop thinking about this weird thing that happened last night when I walked out with just my towel." Violet replies and tosses the jersey aside. "But anyways, I'll see you at breakfast in a bit. Love you."

Violet grabs her new shoes from the closet and before putting them on, she hesitates and puts them on the floor. She reaches into the trunk Cressida gave her and picks out a pair of light grey, knee-high socks. Hesitation grows bigger but she gives up and slips the knee-highs on; they hug just right over knee a little bit, leaving her thighs exposed thanks to the new short skirt Cressida got her.

A smile grows on her face when she see's herself in the mirror, she looks like a preppy school girl but the sexy version of one at least. She puts her shoes on and walks out of her room with her robe in her hand, her school bag on her shoulder, and her hair neatly straightened and tucked behind her ears.

As she's walking through the common room, she can feel the stares of everyone. Some mostly directed towards her arse which is swaying as she walks with one foot in front of the either like a model. She grabs a Daily Prophet from the boy from yesterday and slides five knuts on his hand before walking out of the common room.

She feels great for once to not feel like she's being stepped all over by absolutely everyone in the fucken world. Now she knows why everyone fears and respects Cressida, she looks intimidating so everyone just automatically feels intimidated.

"Well hello sugar momma." Cressida beams as she sees Violet walking towards their table. "Give us a spin!"

Violet's cheeks get flustered as she gives them a spin and her skirt twirls along with her. The whooping coming from her new friends causes heads to turn to Violet and she rushes next to Cressida with embarrassment, covering her face.

"Merlin!" Violet whispers loudly as she sinks her face into Cressida's shoulder. "Everyone's staring now!"

"Maybe because you look like an entirely different person –" Cressida nudges Violets arm and pushes her own boobs up with a laugh. "– your boobs are like popping out of that button up. It's hot!"

Cressida's comment brings chuckles from the boys and Violet just shakes her head, ignoring the snarky remarks that follow. As of Violets second breakfast of the year, it's amazingly perfect. Or it was amazingly perfect until Violet turns to the side and see's Professor Malfoy leaving the hall with his phone against his ear and his cloak flowing behind him.

"Uhm, I'll catch you guys later and I'll see you in first Thomas." Violet sighs as she puts a waffle between her teeth and picks her bag and robe up, stepping over the bench.

She walks away from the table and reaches the doors, taking a left towards Professor Malfoys actual office. As she nears towards the door, loud shouts in Italian can be heard coming from Malfoys office.

"Non me ne frega niente se c'è un processo oggi, domani, tra una settimana! Non parteciperò, per quanto mi riguarda Lucius Malfoy è morto per me!"

He's arguing about a trial for Lucius Malfoy, who Violet assumes is Draco's father. His Italian is perfect but he's clearly angry because this Lucius Malfoy is apparently dead to him.

"Digli che il suo processo può continuare senza di me!"

He hangs up the phone and Violet walks in, greeting him in Italian which causes him to turn around in shock. "Buongiorno, professore."

"Miss. Blishen –" He sighs and rubs his temples with frustration and tosses his phone on his desk. "– what can I help you with this time? Should I teach you some manners on how not to snoop on people when they're on a phone call?"

Violet curses him off under her breath and reaches into her school bag, pulling out his jersey and tossing it at him. "I just came to give you your jumper back –" She catches him breathing heavily as he stares down at her short skirt and knee-high socks and she scolds him. "– maybe you can teach your eyes some manners."

Draco throws the jumper back to Violet and slams his hand on his desk which causes Violet to jump back with fright. "Quit it Blishen! Put the jumper on to cover yourself up because you're dressed like a hooker and it's not appropriate for school!"

Instead of arguing back, Violet feels her eyes get watery with anger of being called something she's not. She inhales sharply, holding her tears back as she places her hand angrily on his desk. "How could you call me that?" Her voice cracks as tears slowly fall onto her bottom lashes.

As Violet turns to storm out of the door Professor Malfoy tries to run after her, trying to stop her but she keeps going. "Miss. Blish- Violet wait! I didn't mean it like that!"

When he turns a corner, she's nowhere to be seen. He turns and punches the wall with anger, causing his knuckles to get cut open and splatter blood on the wall. This girl is driven him insane and he hates it. He hates how weak she makes him, how she makes his insides feel like a garden of butterflies. He hates her.

*************

First period has already started and Violet is crying under a flight of stairs, contemplating going to class or continuing to cry. She's never in her life been called a hooker and because one time she wears clothes that show a little more, she's suddenly one.

Violet has her head rested on her knees and she watches as her tears drop onto her skirt and there's a wet stain growing on the material. She lifts her head up and wipes the running mascara and tears from under her eyes. Her sniffles can be heard from the other side of the corridor, a sad cry that would break a by walkers heart.

She hears as the second chime of the bell, making her late to class and she stands up and dusts her bottom off. She's not one to miss class and as much as she'd love to, her parents would kill her. Figuratively.

Violet starts walking with her head down and tears dripping onto the stone ground, leaving a trail behind her for anyone to follow. As she nears the great hall, she wipes her face with her hands and fixes her hair so she doesn't look so dull. She pushes the doors open and as she walks in, not a word of her lateness is heard from Professor Malfoy. A simple relieved sigh is heard when he looks up at her and they both stand in the middle of the room, staring.

His eyes drown when he sees her swollen lips and puffy eyes, along with her smudged mascara. She clears her throat and finally turns away from him, taking a seat on the same placemat she was on yesterday morning.

"As I was saying –" He continues talking and walking through the empty aisle. "– today we will be learning how to clear your minds, d-during Apparatition lessons."

"So, what do we like, meditate?" Thomas jokes across the classroom and receives a couple laughs from the other students.

Professor Malfoy turns to look at him and instead of scolding he nods. "Yes, that's exactly what we're going to do today Thomas." From thin air, a bag of sleep masks appear in his hand and gasps of shock can be heard throughout the room. "I will provide these eye covering masks for you. Put them on and don't remove them unless you're mind is fully empty and then try to make the mask disappear, we'll start small."

In seconds, every student in the room has sleep masks over their eyes. Including Violet, who put it on and used it to mask her sad eyes. She doesn't understand how masks are supposed to help clear ones mind, if anything it makes her paranoid for what's happening past the layer of cloth.

Violet starts taking deep breaths and soon, they're met with someone else's breath fanning onto her face. Draco is sitting in front of her with his face fairly close to hers and his eyes closed. Without taking her mask off she reaches forward with her hand and stop when it touches his chest. She quickly takes her mask off but notices that there's no one in front of her, Draco is across the classroom, staring at the stained glass of the great hall. He turns his head just slightly for her to see his side profile and him to see her out of the corner of his eye. He's in her mind.

Not giving into his tricks, Violet snaps her mask back over her eyes and clenches his jaw as she tries her hardest to clear her mind. The images of him keep getting pushed away by the force of her own mind. They're practically fighting in her head.

"You're so stubborn!" Professor Malfoy blurts out publicly, instead of in Violets head after she has pushed him out.

Multiple people remove their masks and look towards their Professor with confused expressions. He clears his throat and clicks his tongue to the roof of his mouth.

"My apologies –" he waves his hand in in the air "– go back to your work. I need some fresh air anyway."

*************

Several Days Later.

"What's with all the paint Thomas?" Violet questions as she takes a sip of her pumpkin juice and sets her book down on the table. Thomas is covered in paint from his elbows to his fingertips.

Thomas looks at his hands and then back at Violet. "I got a bit messy today in art."

"You're in art?" Cressida and Violet both ask in union which causes them to laugh and then quickly look back to Thomas.

"Wow!" Thomas scoffs and flips both of them off. "Clearly you both don't listen when I speak. I talked about it like three days ago. It's been an entire week and you're barely noticing my paint."

Violet squints into the air and then looks away when she feels her phone vibrate in the pocket of her robe. She pulls it out and scrunches her eyebrows when she see's the notification banner saying 'Behind Closed Doors: The Towns Returners'

"Hey did you guys just get this?" Scorpius faces his screen to everyone else and everyone nods and looks back at their phones in confusion.

Soon the entire great hall is whispering and picking up their phones. Seems as though everyone got the notification. Violet opens her phone and clicks on the banner which takes her to an online magazine, a wizarding gossip magazine. She starts reading and her eyes water with anger and embarrassment when she reads the following words.

Flash! Flash! Flash! We all saw the spicy hunk of a man on our Daily Prophets Monday morning. Carl Blishen, our new right hand of the Minister of Magic of our prizing Kingsley Shacklebolt. Monday mornings column of Carl Blishen discussed his triumphant first time in our lovely wizarding world in Scotland. What the Daily Prophet columnist, Lara Blishen, wife of Carl Blishen failed to mention is that this is their triumphant return to Scotland.
Lara Blishen and Carl Blishen have a daughter named Violet Blishen, a seventh-year student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. See my dear readers, I am going to take you behind closed doors and show you a dirty secret that the Blishen family didn't want to get out. Right here, I am providing you with evidence of Lara Blishen's little incident which she chose to hide from the world. Just fifteen years ago, Lara Blishen had a child from another man whilst she was married with Carl Blishen. She chose to neglect her child and leave the baby here in Scotland while she returned to France and continued her happy lie of a life. Is that really the kind of family we need representing our Wizarding World? Is their daughter really someone we want near the children of Hogwarts?

I'm Mrs. Reality

here to give you the Behind Closed Doors gossip that'll shock you to your core.

Violet turns off her phone and looks up, realizing that – what feels like – the entire room is staring at her. She swallows nervously and looks around very slowly changing the direction of her eyes before getting up and running out of the room with her bag clutched in her hand. Her breathing is staggered as she runs through the corridors, not stopping for a second. Violets entire body is filling up with so many different emotions, she feels like a tornado is starting inside of her.

"Vi wait up!" Cressida's raspy voice booms through the corridor as she chases after Violet. "Please wait I can't run anymore. These shoes are chunky Prada's!"

Violet stops running, gasping for air and wailing loudly as she throws her arms around Cressida. "Everyone is going to talk about me! I didn't even know this was happening!"

"Shh, it's okay Violet –" Cressida brushes through Violets hair as she hugs her back and lays Violets head on her shoulder. "– this isn't your fault, no one should ever believe gossip articles. Especially not ones that pop up out of nowhere!"

For minutes, they both hug each other while Violet cries into Cressida's shoulder and Cressida comforts Violet by letting her, and rubbing her head. Violet is being honest; she had no idea about her mothers secret child or her unfaithfulness to her father. Violet loves her father and until today, she thought she loved her mother just as much but now she doesn't know where her feelings reside.

"I should probably go." Violet whispers, finally saying something after a long moment of silence. "My parents probably read the article and my father needs me there."

"I think that's wise." Cressida replies and pushes Violet off her shoulder so she can cup her face. "I would go with you for support but it's Friday and I have Astronomy tonight."

Violet laughs at Cressida's comment and wipes her nose on the sleeve of her robe which they both groan in disgust about. They say their goodbyes and Cressida walks towards the great hall while Violet starts going to the Hufflepuff common room. As she walks in, all eyes turn to her, but not like they've been this entire week for her looking pretty. All eyes are on her because of rumors and people not being able to contain themselves when it comes to gossip.

"I heard she neglected the child too –"

"There was something suspicious about her –"

She ignores the whispers and continues walking with her head down until she reaches her dorm room. If Violet can't handle the outside gossip, Genevieve's is going to be worse. As soon as Violet opens the door Genevieve sets her phone down and smirks at Violet.

"Well, I'll get going –" Genevieve gets up and walks up to Violet. "– don't worry, when I return, you'll know."

"Already Genevieve?!" Violet shouts and blocks the door with her arm. "I didn't fucken know!"

"Oh yeah of course." Genevieve replies with a shrug of her shoulders. "That's what your Slytherin friends always say, I see they're rubbing off on you."

She pushes Violet against the wall and walks out of the room, slamming the door behind her. First week of school couldn't be any better than this.