Open RP- Violet's Reprehensible Return

[violet-veracity.livejournal.com]

((Hello! I've just finished The End, and it was truly excellent. It didn't reveal nearly enough, but it was a great conclusion to the series. I cried, but I was expecting that. Anyway, Violet's back now!))

It was a dark night at Hogwarts when a thin figure slipped over the front lawn and into the doors of the school. Violet Baudelaire had finally returned.

It felt good to be back. Shortly after her Sorting, Violet had been called away to join her siblings at another boarding school, which had been a miserable experience, but at least she'd made some friends. Since then, Violet had wished many times that she'd stayed at Hogwarts long enough to at least learn a little magic, as that probably would have helped a great deal when the Baudelaires were climbing down an elevator shaft, careening down a mountainside in a runaway caravan, and getting shipwrecked on an island filled with strangely placid people and the secrets of their own past. It was really not very pleasant, but their lives were generally not pleasant. They were unlucky kids.

Unlucky as they were, though, they were safe now. Klaus and Sunny had each other, and little Beatrice was with them. Though her promise to take care of her siblings was not forgotten, the children had decided together that it would be most beneficial for all four of them if Violet went back to Hogwarts. And so she had.

Right now, though, she had a problem—namely, where were the Ravenclaw dormitories?

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[c-macaulay.livejournal.com]

Camilla Macaulay had just been sorted, and emerged from the Sorting Room still feeling disoriented. She'd managed to keep her cool while talking to the Hat -- Camilla always excelled at keeping her cool -- though inwardly troubled by things she'd heard and people she'd met. After the Sorting it seemed she was turned loose to fend for herself, which was in some ways ideal, but did put her at something of a loss. In search of the Gryffindor dormitories or at least a place where she could find an owl to contact one of the nice men people she'd met who might be able to help her, she came across a girl who appeared just as adrift as Camilla herself.

"Hello?" The greeting was tentative.

[violet-veracity.livejournal.com]

"Oh! Hello," Violet replied, surprised. She was unused to speaking to new people, although she'd been aware that she would probably have to now that she had reimmersed herself in the world, and she was a bit wary. This woman looked nice enough, but Violet was well aware that appearances could be deceiving.

Oh well. She couldn't go through life being afraid of every person she met. "I'm Violet. Do you know where Ravenclaw is?"

[c-macaulay.livejournal.com]

"I'm afraid not," replied Camilla, sounding genuinely sorry to say so. "I've only just arrived here myself. So you're a Ravenclaw, then?"

[violet-veracity.livejournal.com]

Violet nodded. "I first came here quite a while ago, but I had to leave very shortly after I was sorted, so I never really got a chance to find anything. What house are you in, Miss...?"

[every-daae.livejournal.com]

Christine was in a rather cheerful mood, and so hummed Sempre Libre from La Traviata as she skipped down the hall. The Potions class she'd just attended had been fun, and she'd made friends with a charming... man (alien?) named the Doctor.

She spotted Violet and smiled at her. "Oh hello. You look rather lost. Is there anything I can do to help you?"

[violet-veracity.livejournal.com]

"Hello," Violet said tentatively. "Do you know where the Ravenclaw dormitories are?" Even at Prufrock Prep, they'd never gotten to stay in a dormitory. Violet wondered what it was like.

This girl looked nice too. Violet wasn't used to people being nice, and especially not two people in a row. It was an odd feeling, but...pleasant.

[every-daae.livejournal.com]

Christine frowned and tilted her head to the side. "Ravenclaw. Let's see... I haven't been there, but it's always open to everyone for parties and things of that nature, so it shouldn't be hard to find. I could help you look if you like. I'm rather sure it's a tower on the... west side of the school. Oh! Where are my manners?" Christine swept her skirts into a curtsy. "Christine Daae, at your service, Mademoiselle."

[violet-veracity.livejournal.com]

"I'm Violet Baudelaire," Violet replied. "It's nice to meet you, Miss Daae." The lady sounded French; was there a French translation of the Daily Punctilio? Was anyone even interested in the Baudelaire case after the last year? Hogwarts was quite removed from the non-magical world, so maybe no one even knew about the Baudelaires.

"I would greatly appreciate help in finding Ravenclaw," she continued. "I'm not very familiar with the school."

[every-daae.livejournal.com]

"Shall we head west, then?" Christine asked brightly, deftly pulling her dress and petticoats out of the way so she could walk easier.

"The name 'Baudelaire' is somewhat familiar," Christine remarked, in an attempt to make small talk. "It's a very French name. Est-que tu parle francais? Do you speak French, by chance? I'm from Paris myself, though I was born in Sweden." She tilted her head to the side again to consider. Baudelaire, Baudelaire, a very poetic name... ah! That was it! "By any chance, do you have a relative of some sort who is a poet?"

[violet-veracity.livejournal.com]

Violet froze a bit when Christine mentioned the name "Baudelaire" being familiar, then relaxed. "I have a friend who's a poet," she replied, "but I don't know if we're related." It was certainly possible, though, seeing as how many of the VFD families seemed to have intermarried.

"I don't speak any French, unfortunately," Violet continued. "Books and languages were always more of my brother's specialty. Are you really from Sweden? That's fascinating."

[every-daae.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I only ask because Charles Baudelaire was a French poet. His famous book of poetry was... Les fleurs du mal, I think. He was a bit before my time but some of the patrons of the salons I sing at knew him personally." Christine came to the foot of a staircase and patiently waited for it to decide which way it was going. "Yes. Born just outside of Uppsala, though I've lived in France since I was nine or so." She flashed Violet a friendly smile. "Where did you live before you came here?"

[violet-veracity.livejournal.com]

"Oh, Charles Baudelaire!" Violet smiled. "We used to have Les fleurs du mal in our family library. I don't know if we're related to him, though." Violet tried to remember how long ago Charles Baudelaire had lived-- it was at least in the 1800s. If Christine Daae knew people who'd met him, this school was pretty weird.

"I used to live..." Violet trailed off, surprised at the moving staircase. She'd actually lived in a lot of different places over the past couple of years, but the last place she'd lived was the island. The city of her birth held nothing for her any more. "I used to live on an island with my family," she continued.

[every-daae.livejournal.com]

"That must have been very pleasant. I always liked the beach, though I'm afraid I don't know how to swim. I never learned either." The staircase ground to a halt, and Christine pulled her skirts out of the way and continued up the steps and glanced back at Violet. "Oh, the staircases move. Did you know? They sort of... shift. Walls like to pretend being doors and vice versa, too."

[violet-veracity.livejournal.com]

"It was quite pleasant," Violet replied, not really wanting to discuss it any further. "I didn't know the staircases moved, though. I assume that it's caused by magic?" Almost involuntarily, she started to think of a mechanism she could create to make staircases move on their own. It wasn't helpful at the moment, but it was relaxing.

[every-daae.livejournal.com]

"I suppose," Christine replied. "I'm not entirely sure. But the whole school seems out of a fairy tale, so I wouldn't be surprised. Oh! Here we are." Christine stepped carefully onto the landing. "Second floor. The Ravenclaw tower should be around here... somewhere...."

[whereismywife.livejournal.com]

James has again gotten lost looking for the Gryffindor common room - he's starting to suspect it purposely hides from him, which is crazy, but not terribly strange anymore. He has at least begun to draw a map, and is peering closely at it trying to work out if the doors have rearranged themselves, when he peeps over the top of the parchment and spies someone unfamiliar, looking just as lost as he is.

"Hello?" he ventures.

((You lucky, lucky...oooh. I haven't gotten ahold of The End just yet. 'Suse me as I envy you.))

[violet-veracity.livejournal.com]

((It is AMAZING. My dad bought it for me while I was at school, but I would recommend getting it as soon as you can. Great book.))

Violet smiled shyly. "Hello, I'm Violet. I don't suppose you know where the Ravenclaw dormitories are?"

[whereismywife.livejournal.com]

James lowers the map and doesn't return her smile, but he does look sympathetic. "I can't even find my own dormitories." He indicates the map, a neat but rambling mass of lines that has red squiggles over most of the black-ink doors and a fair few question marks. "Uh, I'm James. I'm in Gryffindor. Are you new?"

[violet-veracity.livejournal.com]

"New-ish," Violet replied. "I first came here quite a while earlier, but I had to leave and I never got a chance to find anything." She peered at the map, frowning. "Wow...that is pretty complicated. Where are we right now?"