Violet's pov:
2nd year:
I walking along a long hallway which leads to the kitchen. It was past midnight and the school was on high alert, avoiding Filch and other professor's petrolling the halls in night was harder now.
Honestly they have said nothing at all about what we should be careful about, the headmaster just told that we should not roam around alone or in the hallways during night fall. But sadly I have no friends.
"Excuse me" I hear a deep yet soft voice behind me from one of the turns which were attached to this long hallway. I thought it was one of the people petrolling the halls, screwing my eyes Shut i turn around and speak before the person could again
"I'm sorry I know I shouldn't be here. I will be going back to the dorms right now. Please don't tell anyone about this"
I ramble with my eyes screwed shut, 14 year old me thought if I didn't see them I won't get in trouble.
I hear the stranger's footsteps coming towards me, I screw my eyes more thightly and scrunch my face up.
"It's okay darling. I won't tell anyone"
He says in a soft voice that I didn't identify, maybe he is from some other house
"Really!" I say peeping to see him but it was dark and I was getting happy that I would avoid trouble. I have managed to get unnoticed by everyone the past one and half year, and would do anything to keep it that way
He chuckled seeing my childishness
"It's safe to open your eyes darling. I promise I won't snitch on you" he again in that soft yet deep voice. I quickly open my eyes to see
a student?
I never saw him before he looked like he was in his last year and wore Slytherin robes. I swear I knew everyone from my own house. He look very handsome tho.
Well. what can we say, all Slytherin's are good looking devil's
"Who are you?" I say out of curiousity
"Curiosity killed the cat my child" he says walking up to me, making me automatically take a few steps backwards. He had shinny dark drown or black hairs, I couldn't get a good look in the dark.
"Hey, I mean no harm. Don't be scared" seeing my scrunched brows and worried expression.
"Who are you" I repeat really wanting to know more about the stranger in from of me. It wasn't out of curiousity, I just wanted to know something about him.
"I'm tom" he says bending to match my height, sitting down on his toe heels.
"And you sweetie?" He ask me.
" Ohh, I'm-i'm violet" I say not wanting to say my last name. I'm kinda ashamed of my last name, it's maybe or maybe not my mother's who didn't want anything to with me. I don't think she wanted me to go around claming her last name.
"Violet...." He drags. I exhale before I say. More like whisper, I wasn't even sure if he heard me."Smith"
he hummed and after a few seconds I feel his knuckles come in contact with my cheeks skin. I flinch at first but quickly feels comforted by the small gesture.
"Who's your mother and father Little girl" he questioned again. I feel like telling him truthfully tho. But I lie not wanting any sympathy from him.
"They are muggles and live in New York" I say not able to look him in the eyes so I looks around the dark hallway.
Anywhere but him.
