chapter 01
ERROR, FUCKS NOT GIVEN.

AS WE ALL KNOW, VIOLET HAWTHORNE IS JUST A REALLY SHITTY PERSON! And what is the only thing that made her shitty heart feel a little less shitty? The cold, bitter, royal blueness of the Ravenclaw common room.

Violet could go on for hours about how much she adores it. The deep blue and bronze silk drapes covering the arched windows of the circular room, restricting off the view of the snow covered mountains in the distance. The plush velvet couches coiled perfectly in bronze gold with the small fire that wonderfully contradicted the rooms coldness . . . it made her feel peaceful. Like at least there was something colder than she was.

Coming up with excuses were her specialty as can tell. Granted, the 'lice infested ugly talking hat' ( who totally ruined her hair that day ) was going to place her in Slytherin, but she wasn't going to let that happen. Violet could not bare the thought of having to be surrounded by ugly green all the time!

"Oh interesting, a Hawthorne. Very interesting. perhaps, Ravenclaw? Hmmm . . . no, I see very much ambition and intelligence. Slytherin would do you very well―︎"

Violets face immediately dropped, "―︎What? Slytherin? No! You must put me in Ravenclaw."

"Very well then . . . . RAVENCLAW!"

Of course Violet's father, Ralph was not very happy and comforting when he was informed of her placement in Ravenclaw, but she could not of cared less. As long as she was happy in her arctic-like blue common room, that was all that mattered.

Well, that was a lie . . . she did care when her father would not allow her to come back home for Christmas holiday, because of it. But, Christmas at Hogwarts turned out to be a lot better than the Hawthorne household after all. Over the snowy week, Violet and her best friend Greta Drishti ( who are both absolutely inseparable, even though Greta isn't the brightest Ravenclaw ), became friends with their two other closest friends, today ―︎ Abraxas Malfoy and Douglas Avery.

"Hey V, which one do you think looks best? I really want Abraxas to finally notice me differently tonight," Greta turned to the pure black cat perched on its bed, and held up her two Ravenclaw robes that just happened to look the exact same.

Violet quickly hopped up with a groan and briskly changed back to her human form, "Greta for the last time, I cant help you 'win' him over." Sure, him and Violet were friends but she was most definitely not going to play cupid with that secretive boy. She lightly brushed some dirt off her shoulders from her adventure in her cat form.

"Oh c'mon Violet, you and Marina Weasley would have never gotten together in fourth year if it weren't for me!"

Violet immediately rolled her eyes at the mention of her past relationship, "Your point?"

"Just talk to him about me," she smiled. "Like, make me seem even better than I already am to him."

Violet sat up with a sigh, "Well that'll be difficult. You're not that great to start with." She slowly removed herself from the bed sheets steeped in various blue shades matching her robes.

"Where you going―︎?" Greta furrowed her eyebrows still holding up her outfit options.

"I forgot my quill in Potions I'll be back in a bit," Violet smiles and swiftly made her way out of the large room before Greta could respond, "Wait, but we don't use quills in potions!"

This day had been the second day of sixth year at Hogwarts and Violets anxiety was through the roof. When she arrived at Hogwarts the day before, all that had been on her mind was taking care of the hidden corpses. However both the halls and common room were too full for no one to notice her secretly slip away from the exciting action.

After she nimbly made her way to the main common room area, she gave friendly smiles to the fellow students peacefully chatting and doing school work. ( while taking in all the gorgeous blue walls and furniture of course ). Then made her way down the narrow spiral stair case of Hogwarts west side.

In fifth year, Violet had been planning her attacks on the three victims for months ―︎ so naturally, she had planned everything out to the last detail. She knew that she would need somewhere to hide the bodies for a time being. So what did the Hawthorne girl do? She spent an entire month creating her very own original spell to which she could use to generate a secret room in the Hogwarts castle.

The Room of Requirement.

And the craziest part was, it worked. It worked so well that she was inching to tell someone of her genius work, but she new she couldn't. She was not yet completely sure if other people could possibly get into the room . . . so she kept it to herself.

Little had Violet known, a certain brunette boy had seen an odd black cat quickly prance away from the scene.

As she casually walked through the grand painting filled halls on her way to the confidential seventh floor, she saw a young man who she recognized as a boy in her year, confidently strutting in her direction. Thomas? Timmy? No―︎ Is it Tom? No, it's definitely Timmy. However the boy was holding something, looking down at it while mumbling to himself. What is he? Mental?

He hadn't seen Violet and him walking in the same line of direction, and Violet wasn't about to move out of the way for him!

She waited for him to direct himself out of the way as they gained in proximity to each other, but he kept his head in his book. And before she knew it, bang! Their shoulders harshly hit into each other, and his book fell out of his hands.

Violet narrowed her eyes like slits, "Watch where you're going . . . Timmy."

The Riddle boy hadn't said anything in return, only gave her a piercing glare that felt like a knife dragging deep in her soul, making her stomach drop ( and not in a good way ). Both the students simultaneously glanced down to the floor at his book―︎ or, diary?

The old battered up notebook had fallen onto an open page with the title, "MAKING A HORCRUX"

Violet's eyes slightly widened in disbelief, what are the odds. She slowly looked up at him with a small fake laugh with her heart suddenly beating rapidly, "You're so screwed."

Both teenagers knew the meaning behind what she said, Tom would get what's coming for him. As well as saying, she was lightly threatening that she could expose him if she wanted to. Violet turned to the side to walk away in impulse, actively deciding not the pick up the book for him. All his mysteriousness and everything about him suddenly made sense. I just knew he was up to something. He's absolutely bonkers! And people think I'M crazy? What in Merlin would he want to be 'immortal' for?

But an abrupt tight hold on her upper arm yanked her back into place. She looked back up as Riddle leaned over her in a threatening manor, with his lips formed into a forced smirk.

"If I'm screwed, so are you . . . unregistered animagus."

𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬!
tom & violet 🤝 having dirt on eachother.
so yes yes first chapter, if there are any mistakes i apologize. i wrote this all in about an hour! record time ik. and if you were wondering, yes violet is bisexual <3