Coloured In (Remus Lupin)

Chapter 2

"What would you like to do first Miss Maddox? professor Mcgonnagle asked. Out the corner of her eyes she saw Violet blow her hair away from her eyes.

"You can fix that you know," she said.

"I know," the young girl replied, "but it's so hard to do, it gives me a headache and somethimes makes my hair a different colour or something."

Mcgonnagle nodded, "It is strange." She took a hairband out of her bun allowing a few strands of it to escape and collect around her ears.

With a motherlike touch, she tied Violet's hair into a bun not much unlike her own.

"Your hair looks nice when it's loose, you should wear it like that more often."

Mcgonnagle blushed, "thank you dear," she said before applying her usually strict face again. "But it's not professional."

Violet opened her letter again and ran her finger down the page.

"Oh can I get my wand first!" she said excitedly, "are they sparkly?"

Mcgonnagle took out her own wand to show her, it was a little disappointing to Violet, a little more boring than she expected.

 "It's not very fairy-like is it?"

Minerva put her wand away looking wounded.

"No," she stammered, "it doesn't need to be special, it gets the job done."

Violet noted Mcgonnagle's expression with a frown, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that."

"I know dear."

The two walked in a comfortable silence until something stopped Violet in her tracks, she spun around to look at the shop they where just about to arrive at, Ollivanders, "Woah... Minnie! it's like magic."

"That's Professor to you," Mcgonnagle replied as she scanned the girl's expression. She saw a lot of herself in Violet, she too was absolutely baffled by magic on her first trip to Diagon Alley. Violet seemed to just have a sense of where magic was, just like she always had.

The shop didn't look like much, it was old and dusty but Violet knew it was special, she walked through the door in a dreamlike state.

"Excuse me my dear, anything I can do for you? your first wand perhaps?" came a squeaky voice of the old man behind the counter.

Violet nodded. "This is a wonderful shop," she murmured looking around at all of the hundreds of boxes that lined the walls.

Mr Olivander chuckled and scrambled out from behind the desk with a tape measure which started magically measuring her, a confused look on her face as it measured her nose. "What's your name dear?" He asked as he began searching the shelves.

"Violet Maddox... what's your measuring tape doing?" she asked as it started measuring the distance between her fingers and ear.

"Violet Maddox... I should have known. I knew I recognised you, I knew it" he muttered completely ignoring her question.

"Excuse me sir?" she questioned, "what are you talking about?"

The ladder he was climbing creaked as he made his way to the top shelf and looked around for something. "Your grandma had the same name. I knew her quite well. We went to Hogwarts together."

He glanced and at Mcgonnagle as if for confirmation, "metamorphmagus?" She nodded.

"How has she been?"

"My grandma?" Violet questioned as the tape measure started to measure her shoes.

"Yes. I haven't heard from her since we were young adults."

"I'm sorry sir. I never met her. She passed about five years before I was born."

"Oh... The man hid an upset look."

He climbed down from the ladder in a hurry trying to distract himself, in his hand a dusty looking leather box. "This was your grandmothers. She told me to give it to you, or the next in your line with magic anyway."

Violets heart sunk, she would have quite liked her own wand now she was stuck with a hand me down.

"Wait..." she processed as she accepted the box, "so my grandma was... a witch?"

"A very good one. Well... not a perfect witch, but a very good person."

Violet smiled and gingerly opened the box, inside sat the most beautiful wand she could've possibly imagined. The wand itself was a white wood that twisted around something shiny and purple at the base... an amethyst perhaps?

As she picked it up, a light seemed to shine from it, the glow grew until it was almost blinding in her hand.

"The wand seemed to of chosen you... how curious" Ollivander whispered. "The wands generally don't like to be passed down, especially Unicorn and ash, but here we are, Unicorn hair core, ash wood, 12 inches. A perfect wand but no by any means durable."

Violet handed him some money that Professor Mcgonnagle had exchanged for her earlier on and walked out of the shop in a trance, she was so focused on the wand that she didn't notice were she was going and bumped straight into a girl her age.

The girl sat up from the cobbled path she had fallen on, she looked somewhat angry as she rubbed the top of her head messing up her bright red hair.

"I'm so sorry..." Violet started but the girls annoyance quickly faded. 

"Mum look at her hair..." she said tugging her mums skirt excitedly.

"It's lovely Lily dear but it's rude to point at others."

Lily scowled up at her Mother. Obviously she was not in the best of moods for whatever reason. "Hi, I'm Lily Evans, what's your name?" She asked holding out her hand for Violet to shake. Violet gaped at the girls fiery hair forgetting to take her hand.

McGonnagle nudged her. "This is Violet Maddox, first year," she introduced with an apolagetic tone.

Violet shook herself, "umm yes sorry, nice to meet you, I love your hair!"

Lily grinned, "my hair? have you looked in the mirror recently?"

The girls laughed.

Oh, Violet thought to herself as she helped Lily up, maybe she did want friends after all.