Yo! Still not an actual chapter, unfortunately. I've hit a bit of a block. Honestly though, I'm thinking about taking a bit of a break from the HP fandom, because writing in it is kind of starting to piss me off. I'm thinking I'm going to spend some time catching up with chapters and fics from other fandoms that I've owed for years now. Don't worry, that doesn't necessarily mean you won't get any updates for any of my HP stuff-you still might. It just won't be my priority for now. Just until I can calm back down. Things are just...really hard for me right now, more so than usual, and I spend most of my time angry now. And that isn't good. So just give me a bit of time, let me focus on other fandoms. Most of you have been great, so none of this is on you.

Anyway, I think things like this are called omake(s) or something? Honestly, this came to me while trying to sleep, and seemed like it'd fit best in one of the early weekends Violet has to spend with Marvolo, because it wouldn't be quite as...compelling?-if it happened once she was more used to being around him. Really though, I couldn't get this out of my head, and couldn't stop giggling to myself in the dark, which is why I'm doing this now. Because if I don't, I'm never going to get any sleep. So uh, here you go?

Standard disclaimer I'm too lazy to type out.

It was the weekend again, her third one being spent with Marvolo in his rooms at Hogwarts, and Violet was watching the Dark Lord pace. She wasn't sure why he was doing it-he hadn't told her, and she hadn't asked, but she figured he had just gotten some bad news or something. Or maybe he'd just had an encounter with Dumbledore. It was hard to tell with this man.

She wasn't really paying much attention anyway, despite the fact that her green eyes were focused his...well, not his face. "...You have a really nice butt," she said abruptly and absently.

Marvolo whirled around to face her immediately, completely dumfounded, but appeared to be unable to actually say anything.

Barely a second later, Violet forcefully clapped her hands over her mouth, the sharp sound echoing throughout the now silent room. Eyes wide and cheeks flushed, Violet struggled to answer to the realization of what she had just said. "I-I mean-I-"

Face flaming and having no idea what else to do, Violet channelled the self-preservation of her somewhat hidden Slytherin side and jumped to her feet, running out of the room, hearing the portrait door slam shut behind her. She hurried down the corridor, desperate to get away, but she hadn't made it all too far before she ended up stopping.

Hermione, who just happened to be walking in her general direction, rushed forward when she saw her, concern painted all over her face. "Violet? What's wrong? Has something happened? Why is your face so red? Are you hurt?" she questioned rapidly and worriedly.

All Violet could do was groan in despair. "I'm going to die, Hermione."

The bushy haired witch frowned, concern clearly only growing. "What? Why? What's happened?"

"I- I told him he has a nice butt."

Hermione blinked. "Told who?"

Violet bit her lip as she hesitated, glancing up and down the corridor to make sure the two of them were definitely alone. "Marvolo," she all but whispered in response.

"...You told the Dark Lord Voldemort that he has a nice butt...?"

"...Yeah."

Hermione simply stared at her for a moment, before breaking out into giggles, clearly very amused by the entire situation the other girl had found herself in, which Violet didn't at all agree with.

Violet groaned again and shoved her friend lightly. "It's not funny!"

Smiling sympathetically, Hermione patted her arm. "Come on, Violet, it isn't as bad as you're making it out to be. I'm sure he was perfectly pleased by your words. You complimented him! It was hardly an insult."

"But-"

Hermione shook her head. "You haven't done anything wrong. All you did was make an observation. It may have been a rather obvious observation, but that's all it was."

"Violet blinked, then cocked her head, curious. "...You think he's got a nice butt?"

Hermione flushed slightly, realizing what she herself had just admitted. "W-well, he's hardly the only one, but-"

"But you agree with me?"

"Yes, your husband has a very nice- Husband? ...That makes it sound so much weirder when I say it. ... Don't tell Ron I said that."

The two girls just looked at one another for a second, before they both began to giggle, and it wasn't long before this giggling turned into full blown laughter...

It took them a few minutes to calm themselves back down, but once they had, Hermione once again assured Violet that everything was alright and that Marvolo was unlikely to be upset with her. They separated just a moment later, Hermione heading down the corridor towards the stairs, while Violet made her way back to Marvolo's rooms.

Once the door was shut behind her, her eyes scanned around the area rapidly as she inched in cautiously. She couldn't see him. She wasn't sure she even wanted to, if she was being honest with herself. It would be best, she decided, for her to barricade herself in the bathroom for a while. There was no way she could face that man right now. Not while all this was still so fresh. Or ever.

A large hand landing on her shoulder had Violet freezing mid-step, and before she could get herself to move again, Marvolo, standing behind her, leaned down.

"I thank you for the compliment," he spoke into her ear, the low tone sending a strange shiver down her spine. There was an even lower chuckle that only made that shiver worse. "Though I find I like your own far better."

And then he was just gone and, sure her face was on fire, Violet practically flew to the bathroom, where she promptly shut and locked the door behind her.

This was going to be a very long weekend.

Hope you guys liked that as much as I did. And again, the fic isn't being abandoned or anything, none of them are. I'm just taking a bit of a break from this fandom to focus on others. You may still gets updates for various things. I don't know.