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Challenge: Are you Crazy Enough To Do It Challenge

Prompt: 687. (object) Quill

Challenge: The Golden Snitch Forum - Kasai, Mahoutokoro - [Challenge] Through the Universe

Prompt: 158. Seyfert Galaxy — (setting) Next-Gen

Violet stood in front of a crowded store dressed in lavish orange and red drapes, with a similarly dyed wooden board hanging above it with the title: 'Weasley's Wizard Wheezes' emblazoned in dark brown.

The young witch recognized the shop as being that of one of Mrs. Potter's many brothers. Al and Rose had mentioned the place enough in the passing for Violet to know all the different ways they enabled her to skip a dreary class, even though she didn't have any intention to do so; as a muggle-born, the world of magic was far too fascinating for her to skive off.

But there were some other treats she was interested in, particularly a new version of Sugar Quills known as Pizza Quills. She could do little to stop her mouth from salivating at the thought of those treats; and without any more delay, she followed her friends into the packed store.

Violet found Al and Rose standing with James – Al's older brother, and Fred – Al and Rose's cousin. The group was camped near the back of the store, while their parents were chatting near the crowded billing counter. The Dursley girl was perplexed as to how the family could converse in such a noisy environment; it seemed like Al was the only other member of the group who was uncomfortable with the decibel level of the place.

Before Violet could join the other kids, Ginny grabbed ahold of her. "Vi, is there anything you want to buy? We must be on our way soon; the others have already purchased what they wanted."

"Oh, I think I'll take a few of those Pizza Quills. What flavor of Pizza do they have?" Violet questioned.

George Weasley – Fred's father – approached the pair with a box full of the treats floating next to him. "I'm afraid we only have one flavor at the moment, kiddo. Don't fret, I'll have more flavors by the next time you're here. For now, take this box – it's on the house."

Violet's mother had specifically warned her against accepting too many favors from the family; unless she wanted to appear rude and ungrateful. But she really couldn't help herself, it was Pizza-flavored. Muttering a silent apology to her mother, the young witch grabbed the box of candy and rushed out to add them to her luggage; Ginny and Lavender called the remaining four kids out with them.

The group continued through Diagon Alley, picking up a pet cat for Violet along the way. Initially, she had decided to buy herself an owl, as they delivered letters for her. But after Rose mentioned that Hermione had owned a cat as a student, the Dursley girl changed her mind, opting instead for a black cat that continuously stared at her for the entire duration she'd been inside the store.

An hour later, the group only had two items left to purchase – their robes, and their wand. Saving the best for last, the group made their way to Madame Malkin's Dress Shop. Inside, Violet noticed that the store was vastly different from any muggle clothing establishment she had visited; she supposed that if she were to visit a clothes shop in the mid-1800s, it would look quite like this – devoid of any light source other than the sun and candles, dusty robes and cloaks covered nearly every wall – completely unlike the bright and colorful stores of today. Although Violet never cared for such sentiments, she reckoned the girls from her old class wouldn't even allow their rotting corpses to be found in such a place.

Violet was suddenly approached by a short stout woman with greying hair and triangular red-rimmed glasses. She wore a calming smile, giving Violet the feeling that the older woman was about to magically conjure up a jar of delicious homemade chocolate-chip cookies.

"Sweetie, can you stand over there with your feet slightly separated, and your arms hanging down by your thighs – I need to take your measurements." The old woman pointed to an open area beside a full body-length mirror.

Violet nodded. She hadn't noticed the floating tape measures behind the old woman until now – Violet reckoned she was Madame Malkin, as very few magical establishments seemed to have employees. They latched onto her almost immediately after she stood in the position that the shop owner requested; and not a minute later, they returned to their owner, who was now searching for the robes that would perfectly fit her form. Mere minutes later, the group walked back out to the busy street, with three sets of dress robes - for the first years, and two new Quidditch robes - for the older boys.

Suddenly, Al and Rose dropped their clothes in their mother's hands, and pulled a confused Violet to run ahead. "Come on, let's go get our wands."

That one word was enough to convince Violet to do the same. Muttering another apology, both to her mother and to a jovial Lavender Weasley, the young witch ran down the busy street as fast as she could, to catch up to her friends. She accomplished the task effortlessly, owing to the fact that she was a member of an athletics training club near her house, and that both her friends were not known for being exceptionally physically gifted.

"Merlin, Vi… you should join the… Quidditch… team." Rose panted out as she caught up to her muggle-born friend.

"What's that?" Violet questioned with a steady breath.

"It's… a game we play. Uncle Harry said it was like… legball… Al, what was it called?"

"Football?" Violet suggested, quizzically.

"That's the one! Yeah, it's like football, but only we fly on broomsticks instead of running on the ground, and there's more than one ball. It's the magical world's number one sport." Rose announced, as she opened the door to Ollivander's Wand Shop.

"It's the magical world's only sport." Albus mumbled out, sarcastically; earning him a glare from his red-headed cousin.

"I don't see why I should join; I'm only good at running, nothing else." Violet replied.

"Quidditch needs people who are athl-" Rose wanted to continue, but she was cut off by Mr. Ollivander announcing his presence.

"Mister Potter, Miss Weasley, Miss Dursley, welcome. Miss Weasley, if you would be so kind." The old wandmaker waved his hand, motioning for Rose to follow him into the back. The other two sat down on the stool in front of the desk, patiently awaiting their turn as they gawked in awe at the room around them.

Violet was surprised that the wandmaker he even knew who she was; she had initially reasoned that he might've seen the other two sometime in the past, but she knew he had never seen her. Although, considering everything she had seen so far, this didn't seem nearly as surprising; so she accepted it as another part of the world she was now a part of.

"Where are the others?" Violet asked.

"They're outside." Al pointed out to his cousin.

Ginny, and the other Weasleys typically preferred to wait outside the store while one of them goes in to pick up their wands. On more than one occasion, the traditional Weasley ruckus had irked some of the patrons of the store, despite Mr. Ollivander insisting that it had no effect whatsoever on the wand's ability to find its owner.

A few minutes later, Rose walked out covered in rose petals, and a contented smile on her face.

Al questioned. "So, you found it?"

"It found me." Rose corrected, still smiling from ear to ear. "Nine and a half inches, Mahogany, Unicorn hair." She added.

"Come now, Mister Potter." Al slowly rose from his seat, as Rose set the necessary payment on the desk and rushed out to rejoin her family.

Almost immediately, the young Potter rushed back out with a wand in his hand.

"Thirteen inches, Cedar, Veela hair." Mr. Ollivander announced. "Your father will be pleased."

Albus almost walked out like Rose, but then he decided to hold back for Violet.

With a nod of thanks, Violet followed the welcoming arms of the wandmaker to the back of the store.

"Here you go, dear. Try this." Mr. Ollivander offered her a wand from one the top shelves. As soon as she gripped it, she felt like she had to puke. The wandmaker instantly grabbed it back from her, setting it back in its place.

"I apologize for that. Perhaps, this one might yield something more favorable."

Mr. Ollivander offered her another wand – this one was far shorter than the previous, and was far better on her stomach. Unfortunately, the same couldn't be said for the wandmaker's hair – now sporting a neon pink. Violet could not hold back the chuckle that escaped her lips.

"Perhaps not. But that does give me an idea of what might work." Waving his wand to change his hair back to its usual grey, he trudged even deeper into the store, finally picking out something from the very back.

"What about this?"

As soon as Violet gripped it, she felt extremely comfortable with it – like she was finally relaxing in the comfort of her fluffy bed with a stomach full of Pizza, after a long day of school and practice.

"Interesting." Mr. Ollivander exclaimed, drawing Violet out of her blissful state.

"What is it?" She questioned.

"I made that wand as a replacement for someone when they lost theirs, although she was ultimately chosen by another wand. It is quite interesting to see who the wand finally chose." Mr. Ollivander concluded.

Violet wanted to ask him who it was, but then decided against it. She felt like the question would break some superstitious oath, of sorts.

"Ten and three-quarter inches, Vine Wood, Dragon Heartstring." Mr. Ollivander told her.

Violet walked back out to Al, the pair handing over the necessary payment to Mr. Ollivander before rejoining the group outside.

"All set?" Ginny asked aloud to everyone in the group. The luggage had either been sent to the respective homes already, or will be sent shortly.

Receiving a chorus of nods, Ginny held her hand out to the two-people standing next to her – Violet and Al; while Lavender grabbed Rose and Fred's hands. James grabbed Al's hand as the group Apparated to the respective homes. Violet's mother was waiting for her at Harry's place.

Sorry for the incredible delay in the posting of this chapter. A lot has happened in these past few months.

Hopefully, this made up for it. Leave a review and let me know what you think of this. I really appreciate them.

Also, I've written quite a few stories about this alternate universe (Hermione & Daphne) since the last time I've updated this story. I've listed exactly what and how below:

Of Course I Do (Main driver story of this universe)

First and Last (Related to Hermione & Daphne's Romance)

Her Dress (Related to Hermione & Daphne's Romance)

Disgust (Hermione & Daphne Fluff)

Rivalry (Daphne and Ron)

Care for a donut? (Related to Rose & Scorpius)

Violet (Violet's story) [Current Story]

Meet the Millenials (Albus, Rose, and Scorpius want to purchase a gift for Violet's birthday)