Violet

Chapter one

narrative

breathtaking. That was the first word anyone could think of when you see her for the first time. They felt as if their breath was taken away, sucked out of their lungs, just by looking at her. Long, pure silver hair with a streak of midnight blue. Gorgeous violet eyes with flecks of sky blue. As she made her way up towards the sorting hat, the whole room went quiet.

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"students, a new year five will be joining us. Violet, will you please step up to be sorted." Professor McGonagall called. Even when she spoke, you could hear as if she was catching her breath.

violet

"ah, yes...I see you are very interesting...I've never seen one as special as you. cunning, plotting, but exceptionally smart and witty...you would do well in both Ravenclaw and Slytherin..."

I could hear a murmur in the crowd and my mind. They were all confused why mcgonagall did not say my surname. I would let their minds wander on that topic. After all, I like a little mysteriousness around my presence.

That's when I spotted him. Yes... my prey. My target.

"eh? A split-second decision seems to be made by you...okay then... better be...SLYTHERIN!"

this would be the start of my master plan.

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The Slytherin table burst out in cheers as hands reached for me. Human thoughts are so innocent, so oblivious. Of course, I was human too, but they seemed to be too protected. But it seems like...

She is interesting...the only person whose mind I could not penetrate...she must be prepared for someone like me.

That thought was different from others. But of course, it is my target. He must be intelligent to be selected by them.

"hello! my name is Zaniaya Marrinez! I have a feeling we will be great friends. You can call me Zia," a girl with short hair and emerald green eyes jumped into my face. her thoughts made me freeze. so similar...so similar to them. maybe I should keep her close."I'm Violet, you can call me Vi." she plopped me next to her. perfect spot, actually." hi, my name is Violet, your name is..?" " None of your business. fuck off." the boy in front of me barely turned his head.

interesting..."mattheo marvolo riddle, isn't it?" his head snapped back to face me. the others around us seemed oblivious to what was happening.

because they can't understand parseltongue.