Peter's POV
I keep my umbrella over Violet until we get in, as I move it and sort it out, putting it in my bag she says "Spasibo." (Спасибо) and I say nervously "Uh I don't speak Russian or German or what language that is." She looks confused for a minute then realises and says "Oh, sorry. I revert back to Russian when I'm nervous. I meant to say, thanks." A beautiful smile is written onto her face and I say "It's fine." It's fine, it's fine? Dang it! I need to learn to talk to girls. We walk to class and when Violet sits down all of the seats near her are instantly filled. Of course they are. Violet gets up and moves to a seat next to me, looking slightly uncomfortable. I smile softly at her and she looks reassured as people (mostly boys) come and sit around her again. She rolled her eyes, making it obvious that she hated the attention and then flashes a smile at me as the teacher walks into the classroom.
