Finished What a Strange, Magical Place PV Violeta Roux

Violeta loved exploring, and she had explored what seemed like whole entire castle, but in reality it was only a small part of it. She wished her sisters would help, but they were just as lost as she was, and she only had a few classes with them. Her older sister, Cassidy was ignoring her most of the time. They used to be so close, but now... she was a complete mystery. She seemed like she was hiding something, then again, the triplets didn't know anything.

The girl was too overwhelmed with everything: keeping up with her classes, homework, exploring and figuring out what her grandfather had written in his journal. She was trying to figure all the codes he had written, but she had spent a year stuck. She knew if someone was going to translate it, it would be herself. He wrote everything in riddles and codes and it was much too hard for one person. Then again, her sisters didn't know what she was doing, and she couldn't tell them, they would tell their parents and they would confiscate the journal. He was also the only other Parselmouth of her family, well, that she knew of.

Violeta realized she needed to clear her mind, she needed somewhere quiet. She thought of the library, but she had already gone there yesterday, and it was a little too crowded for her mind at the moment. She decided to walk to the small hall. It was a nice and quiet place, most of the time. Then, she started observing and observing all of the paintings. Her mother loved painting, and so did Cassidy, well, she didn't knew if she liked painting now, they didn't even talk.

Suddenly, she heard a voice, of a girl, she looked to the side. She got a little frustrated, since she interrupted her thinking, but she decided to say hello back. She was also a Slytherin, and she looked like a first year too. At least she wasn't some Gryffindor... She only heard her parents say bad things about them. Maybe this girl wanted to be her friend.. Violeta desperately needed friends, her two sisters had made many, however the girl was too worried about other things. "Hello, my name is Violeta, though you can call me Violet. What is your name?"

She looked at the girl, and then at the paintings. She heard her words and was a little shocked. She opened her mouth to say something but she closed it again. "Nice to meet you, Rowan. However, I would certainly not call the paintings moving strange, and no, I'm not used to it, and I do not have paintings like these at home." she spoke in a deep American accent. She was actually a little annoyed, why would she think Violeta had paintings like those, she was pure-blooded, but she was quite sure that those only existed at Hogwarts.

Violeta observed the girl's gestures, and then, she looked at the paintings again. Then she heard her next words and was in shock, she was going to say something, then she spoke again. She talked a lot didn't she? Violeta was a lot more quiet and reserved than her, but she listened. "Well, I don't think anything is strange here, and I don't understand why would you think so-" Then, she stopped. Her mind clicked into place, up to that moment she thought Rowan was pure-blooded like her, but she now realised she was not.

"No offense, but are you muggle-born?" She asked, regretting the words. Her mother and her father had always told her that muggles and muggle-born witches and wizards were a disappointment. Muggles should just stay in their world and wizards in their own. Violeta realized they were wrong and in the end, they were all human.

"Sorry, ignore that question, and I haven't explored much, the castle's quite big, and I've only explored where my classes are. Have you done much exploring?" she asked, now looking at her.

Rowan was the first, what did her parents call it? Mudblood. Rowan was the first mudblood she had met. Well, that she could remember. Of course, she knew her parents spoke of them as rude and disgraceful beings. For that reason, she was quite shocked. Rowan wasn't rude. She certainly didn't seem like a disgrace... However, she wouldn't mention meeting her, well maybe she would tell them she was a pure-blood.

She focused on the paintings some more, and then she heard that she hadn't explored much eighter. She looked at her while she spoke. "Well, we do have an hour or two.. And then we can head back... I don't know about staying out though. We might get a detention, well we'll think about that later." Violeta knew that staying out would be a bad idea, however maybe exploring a little now might be a good idea.

This would be her home for the next years, so maybe if she was a little more familiar with everything. Also, she wouldn't be alone. She'd be with Rowan. Who was also not familiar with everything. She hadn't explored much yet, so it seemed like a good idea.

"Fine. Let's go." she spoke in her heavy American accent. She missed America, more than ever now. She had 'moved' once again, well, kind of. She would be living at Hogwarts for the next years, spending more time there than at home. "Just one more thing before we go." "Don't ever," she paused "call me scaredy cat. If anything, you'll be one once you tease me once again." she said, hoping she wouldn't be mad and she wouldn't tease her again.

She looked at her. "You know, I'd never been to a school, I mean any schools not just magical." she said. She bit her lip and then spoke again. "Have you ever gotten expelled? If you were to get expelled from Hogwarts, I doubt you'd find any other magical schools that would accept you. And you would probably have to move countries." she said.

"That's a fact." she said. It was in fact obvious. Whether it was, obviously, her accent, her habits or even her appearance. Both her parents were born in America, her grandparents and even her great-grandparents. However, her great-great grandparents were French. They had emigrated to the United States for a better life.

She looked at her and bit her lip. "Really? You really doubt I'd frighten you?" she paused. "Well then, you haven't met me." she said. Her saying 'Violeta' was a form of provocation, but it actually didn't bother her at all. It was her name, after all. Then, they started exploring.

Rowan was right in front of her and Violeta followed behind her like a lost puppy. She was walking so fast that her two french braids also followed behind. Once they got to the Grand Staircase, she knew Rowan was a bit lost. Her look confirmed this fact.

"Well then, if you haven't been here much, it's the perfect opportunity to explore, isn't it? Let's go then." Once Rowan said the words 'Come on', she pulled her to the stairs, and then they were ready to explore. The stairs started moving, and Violeta had a feeling that they were going to get in trouble, or maybe even lost.