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Peacocks were strolling on the wide lawn, being the finishing touch of the meticulous kept garden. There was nothing to be seen of the natural wilderness, everything had its place and order. It was still very pretty and kind of peaceful, with the little pond, where fish were splashing in. The Mansion towering about this idyllic peacefulness was flooded with the red light of the sunset. Most of the windows were covered with thick, dark curtains so it was impossbiel to know what was going on inside. With a pop two people appeared out of thin air onto the cobble stoned path leading up to the house. One of them was tall, thin and had a lot of grace to her postures and movements, she was dressed into a dark robe, with a hood on her head. The girl next to her was boney and held herself up bent, as if she was in pain. Over a shabby top and a pair of jeans, with holes at the knees, she was wearing a loosely thrown on, expensive looking black robe. She had her hands wrapped tightly around the graceful woman's arm and hold onto it as if she'd drown if she let go.

"We are here, you can let go now," the woman said, her voice brusque.

The girl did as she was told to and used her, now free, hands to push her long, black hair out of her face. Her green eyes were not filled with fear, but with vigilance. She knew that this place was not the best one to be.

"Follow me," the woman hissed and went ahead to the double front door. The girl followed her. When she was walking she certainly lacked the right posture, she seemed to move like a giant spider, which wasn't aware of her eight legs. The woman lowered her hood not until she had stepped into the big entry hall. Her white-blond hair was falling onto her shoulders.

"Listen to me now, Violet." It was the first time the woman had used the girl's name and she spoke it with great respect. "I'm taking you upstairs now. Don't ask questions, don't talk or you'll regret it. Do not touch anything beside the things in your room. Don't go anywhere when nobody tells you too. If you need anything tell my son, he'll get it for you."

Violet nodded silently. She wondered what she had been dragged into. Why would she be needed at this place? What was so special about her?

Six years ago Violet had been told already that she was special, that she could do things other kids her age couldn't and that this was the reason why she'd be welcomed at a school called Beauxbatons. It had been like a dream to her. Escaping the shabby orphanage for most of the year and living in a beautiful palace where she learned how to do magic. But it had turned out to be a nightmare. Violet was awkward, she always had been, but it was more obvious when she stood on all those beautiful girls on her first day at Beauxbatons, in her second hand robes, the blue already faded so much that it was rather a grey. This day she was determined to fail socially. She never had a friend, everybody eyed her suspiciously, as if she was evil and would attack somebody from one minute to the other. She was brilliant in every class though, which made it even harder to find friends. In class she was the know-it-all and outside of the classes she was the girl with greasy hair and the spider walk.

When the mysterious woman had appeared this afternoon at the orphanage Violet had not hesitated for a single second to go with her. Now that she was standing in this hall, the light dim and faint cries coming out of the depth of the mansion, she wished to be back at the oprhanage again, were she knew that the cries came from the little ones, being hungry.

"Now go upstairs, second door to the left," the blond-haired woman commanded and Violet went up the stairs, trying not to make any noise on the marble stairs.

The upper hallway was long and the walls were decorated with portaits, showing people with high cheek bones and stern eyes. Violet opened the door to her room carefully, expecting nothing special. To her surprise she found herself standing in a beautiful room. The tapestry was silver, with purple ornaments on it. Her bed was huge, a deep purple bedding covering it. There was a desk, a shelf filled with plenty of books, a long, ancient looking mirror and two other doors, obviously leading in different rooms. Violet couldn't restraint her curiosity and opened the first one which revealed a walk-in closet, full of exquisite robes. Violet wondered if they were all for her. Then she peeked into the other one which was a big bathroom, flooded with the light of a hundred candles, it still smelled like soap in there and Violet could see leftover suds in the bathtub. On the other side of the bathroom was another door and Violet knew she shouldn't look in it, she should listen to what the woman had said to her, but she just couldn't help it. Just a quick glance and she'd go back into her room. On tiptoes she crossed the bathroom floor and carefully opened the door. She shrieked when she saw a half-naked boy standing in the room, with only a towel slung around his hips. Maybe the boy wouldn't have noticed her, when she had remained quiet. But as she didn't, he turned around and fixed her with his ice-blue eyes.

"What do you want?" he demanded and opened up the bathroom door completely. He was standing right in front of Violet now and she was glad that he wasn't taller than she was. Showing no sign of fear or submissiveness, something she had learned to do at the orphanage when defending her dessert, she looked the boy into his eyes and said calmly: "I live here, now. Do you have a problem with that."

The boy smirked at her and Violet didn't like the hungry look on his face. "So you are the one, huh? Well, I guess I'll be seeing you in my bathroom more often from now on." With those words he closed the door right in front of her face, leaving Violet with more and more questions behind.