In a whirl of color Violette and Theon landed gracefully in front of a beautiful white Victorian house. The house itself was breathtaking. It appeared to be a castle that had been shrunken down, with rich green grass surrounding it. A fountain had been placed delicately on the center, made out of white marvel, two intertwined snakes were carved so well it seemed that the water flowing over their bodies made them come to life.

Approaching the silver gates they proceeded to place their palms upon them until they felt a small prick of which blood was withdrawn from. The gates flashed a red color before allowing them entrance. As they walked upon their land the moon light made it seem as if the shadows were moving with them. The feeling of death loomed upon their presence and making the house in front of them seem more sinister then it did at first glance.

The huge white marble doors lined with silver swung upon. A tiny pop was heard from inside, "Master and Missus has arrived! Starry has been preparing everything for Master and Missus. Would Master and Missus like Starry to give 'em a tour?"

"Perhaps tomorrow Starry. We are quite tired and need some rest. Why don't you take us to our rooms instead?" offering the little creature a small smile, Violette watched as the little elf nodded happily and began to lead them up a grand staircase.

Once reaching the 3rd floor of the house the little elf paused, "Master's bedroom is right here. While Missus bedroom is up in the tower. The staircases is next to Master's bedroom."

Sure enough, right next to the elegant door were a set of silver winding staircases.

After saying a quick goodnight to Theon, Violette started to climb the stair until she came upon a portrait. On the portrait was a silver dire wolf with violet eyes sitting on a rock while gazing on the lake below it. The wolf gave a small bow and the portrait swung open.

Too tired to examine her room, she promptly threw herself on the bed and was asleep as soon as her head touched the pillow.

It was about 9:00 a.m when Theon gracefully fell off his bed. With a couple of choice swear words he rubbed his head while he looked around his room. Being too tired last night to examine anything his eyes slightly widened at the sight of his new room. Dark forest green paint adorned his walls. His furniture was of a dark wooden color. His bedding was the same forest green with gold lining. He had a huge fireplace at the corner of his room. There was a couch facing it. Plush rugs tickled his feet as he walked around. Finding his wardrobe he grabbed some fresh clothes and proceeded to enter a door which he believed was a bathroom.

Bathroom? More like a pool room he thought. The bathtub was enormous. The size of a small pool, probably 6 feet deep, with many knobs attached to it. It was made of white marble as were many things in this house with the exception that the tiles on it were a sea-green color.

A painting that covered an entire section of wall gave him the feel that he was underwater. As it was a painting of an underwater view, with fish swimming in and out it and the occasional mermaid winking flirtatiously as she swam by.

Turning on the taps of the tub he prepared to bath.

40 minutes later he was clean, dried and dressed. Rushing up the silver staircases, he impatiently tapped the portrait. The dire wolf peered at him curiously as he continued to bang on the portrait.

A muffled sound responded from the other side, soft footsteps could be heard approaching.

The portrait opened to display a still sleepy Violette. Her clothing rumpled and her once neat wavy hair was now sticking up in every possible direction. Yet she still managed to look graceful.

"You look extremely beautiful my dear." giving a cheeky grin when he received a grunt in response he pushed past her. "Now hurry up and get ready. We need to arrive at Diagon Alley soon. Go on, shower. I'll pick you're clothes." giving her a slight push Theon opened her wardrobe and pulled out a pair of slightly destroyed dark jeans. He then grabbed an ivory flowy top with dark green embroidery and a dark green cloak made out of light material. Dropping the clothing on her bed he exited the room.

Entering the dining room, Violette grabbed a peace of toast and watched as Theon read the paper. "Anything interesting in their?"

"No, the usual. Strange disappearances, the minister acting like the idiotic fool he is. They dedicated a whole page praising the precious boy-who-lived."

Lip curling in disdain Violette stole the peace of bacon Theon was about to eat, "Has the Quibbler arrived? Always liked that magazine."

"Yeah, it's right here but you can read it later. We have a shopping trip to attend to."

Scowling Violette walked to the giant fireplace that was at the arrival point in their house and proceeded to throw floo powder in it.

"Diagon Alley," in a whiff of green fire she was whooshed away.

"I really hate the floo." a scowling Theon stepped out of the fireplace nearly falling flat on his face.

Ignoring Violette laughter he whispered a cleaning charm.

"Where do you want to go first?" Theon asked as he looked into the various shop windows.

"How about we go get a our robes?" not waiting for a response Violette dragged Theon into the robe shop.

30 minutes of being pulled and pricked they exited with their shrunken packages in their pockets. Heading straight to Flourish and Blotts they passed by a huge crowd that had assembled at the Quidditch shop.

A shopkeeper instantly appeared as soon as they stepped in, "How may I help you kids?"

"We need our 6th year course book for Hogwarts." replied Violette with a small smile.

The man nodded and walked to the back of the shop and came back with a stack of books on his arms.
"Would that be all or do you want to look around?"

"I think we'll look around." answered Theon. The man nodded, and went back to the counter.

Walking up to the bookshelves the two teens split up. Theon going to the healing section and Violette heading to the charms.

As Violette looked around for some interesting books she was knocked to the floor by a bushy-haired girl with brown eyes that seemed to be carrying more books then she could handle.

"I'm so sorry! I hope you're alright. I didn't see where I was going. I hope you aren't hurt." the bushy-haired witch rambled.

"I'm fine but you might have been able to see better if you didn't carrying all those books at once." Violette answered coolly.

Flushing in embarrassment the bushy-haired witch could only nod in response.

"I'm Hermione by the way. Hermione Granger."

"Violette, Violette di Stelle. Now if you'll excuse me, I must find someone." pivoting on her heel she walked away her cloak slightly billowing behind her.

Finding Theon was quite simple. He didn't see her approaching since he was completely engrossed on the book in his hands.

"The Darkest Arts: A Defense," Violette read the cover.

Theon's eyes snapped up to her and his eyes slightly widened.

"Is that a bruise? What happened? I leave you for 5 minutes and you find trouble already? Honestly Stelle!"

"It's nothing! Some crazy bushy witch bumped into me and dropped her books on head. I didn't realize I had it. Now can we go, I never realized book stores can be so dangerous."

Rolling his eyes at her, he tucked the book under his arm and went to the counter.

"Are you taking this as well as the course books?" watching Theon nod, the salesman added, "Then the total would be 8 galleons and 3 sickles." Sliding over the amount to the man Theon shrank their purchases and tucked them in his coat.

"Now that we're done. Do you want to go home or continue to look around?" asked Theon while inspecting his surroundings.

"Let's look around. We might find something interesting.

After their shopping trip the two teens arrived home to packs their belongings in their newly bought trunks. Both fell asleep feeling slightly anxious for tomorrow.