Violet rarely speaks, so when you find yourself hearing her voice, you either cherish it or start running.
Being a selective mute who's power is to disappear, Violet Hargreeves hasn't aged ever since Five's powers kicked back at her for trying to st...
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REWRITTEN.
The bell rang signalling it was time for dinner.
Violet kept an eye out for Five as she passed by his room, but continued on when she couldn't see him. Absently she wondered if she had done something wrong as he had been acting strange as of recent, but she was unsure of what.
She assumed he must have already been at the dinner table.
All of the siblings filed to their allocated seats with Reginald at the far end and Vanya at the other.
Violet sat in her chair beside the girl and looked up to see Five already watching her from across the table. She sent him a tiny, discreet wave to which he returned with a half smile.
Once Reginald had taken his seat and ordered everyone else to do the same, she began to eat her dinner, dividing her plate up with her knife to seperate the peas from the rest, all the while glancing up at Five in between bites.
'A screen anchor must be used if the rope is to be successfully retrieved from the face of the mountain. Tightly knot the ends of the rope. Once anchored-"
She flinched when Five slammed the blade of his knife into the table, alerting everyones attention to him. Her plate rattled from the disruption.
She gripped her utensils with white knuckles, eyes flitting back and forth.
"Number Five?" Reginald asked calmly, as though he had been expecting this.
"I have a question," Five stated, interlacing his fingers together.
Violet's knee began bouncing up and down beneath the table.
"Knowledge is an admirable goal but you know the rules - no talking during meal times. You are interrupting Herr Carlson."
Five shoved his plate away with a screech. "I want to time travel." He got to the point quickly.
Her eyes flickered between him and Reginald, alarm bells ringing in her head.
"No."
He frowned. "But I'm ready. I've been practicing my soacial jumps just like you said," he stood quickly, concentrating hard before he disappeared and reappeared besides the man. "See?"
"A special jump is trivial when compared with the unknowns of time travel." He stated. "One is like sliding along the ice, the other is akin to descending blindly into the depths of the freezing water and reappearing as an acorn."
Violet fidgeted with the end of her skirt, digging her nails in and pulling at threads, trying to catch Fives eye.
Five leant back slightly. "Well, I dont get it."
"Hence the reason you aren't ready," Reginald responded coldly.
Fives eyes finally locked onto Violets, who's were widened and nervous. "I'm not afraid."
Reginald continued to talk, not once looking him in the face. "Fear isn't the issue. The effects it might have on your body, even on your mind, are far too unpredictable," he finally turned to face the boy, impatient. "Now, I forbid you to talk about this anymore."
He looked thoughtful for a moment before spinning on his heels and heading for the door.
Her heart jumped.
"Five!"
Wide eyes shot her way as her chair scraped back.
"Number Five, you haven't been excused! Number Eight, sit down." Reginald shouted.
But the girl was already out of her chair and running after him, barely catching the front door before it closed in her face. She darted out of the academy, through the iron gate and stumbled out onto the pavement, turning both ways frantically. She spotted his figure hastily walking away from he drown the street and chased after him.
"Five, wait-"
Her voice cut off as her fingers brushed the back of his jacket just as blue light engulfed him. A crackle of energy knocked her to the concrete, hands scraped, tailbone aching as she scrunched her eyes shut. Her arm tingled, pins and needles setting into her fingers, a wave of dizziness overtaking her.
When she managed to reopen her eyes and gather her bearings, he was gone.
The girl pushed herself to a stand and span in a circle, eyes raking over every person passing by in hope's that one of them would be him. She heard her heartbeat pound her head and swallowed back the lump in her throat.
She let out a noise of unease as she stared down at her fingertips, the same ones that had touched his blazer, now flickering wildly between translucency and invisibility.
Violet ended up sitting on the doorstep for hours on end, waiting for him to come back. Those hours turned far past midnight when she was ordered to come back inside. She settled on the bottom step facing the front door all night, tears rolling down her cheeks and hands shaking as she tried to keep herself quiet so she didn't wake the others.
Violet waits for Five to come back, an old promise lingering in her memory.
