Takes place while the four will still the prefects.
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Violet was never one to attend social events, especially dances. He claimed they made his head spin and were a waste of his time. Yet, that didn't mean his friends didn't drag him along to these situations every time they arose. He didn't understand why they had to make him socialize, it wasn't like he ever made new friends at these happenings. He always either hung around the rest of the P4, or stay glued to the wall with his sketchbook, occasionally engaging in conversation with Cheslock and/or Mallory.

And he could all honestly say, this one was no different. There, he sat in the corner, sketching a picture. He only had the basic outline done so far, but it was pretty easy to depict who the three were, especially with ones crazy hairstyle. The fags, well, three out of four at least. Midford, Cheslock, and Clayton. He had no idea why he didn't sketch the fourth fag, Cole. He could have forced himself to sketch the feminine male into the picture, however, it would've been hard to fit him in so late in the sketch, so he decided to leave Cole out of the sketch. He was a bit confused on why he was even drawing the fags, most off his inspiration typically came from the rest of the P4. Yet, he supposed inspiration came in many forms. And he wasn't a person to avoid inspiration if it didn't come in it's usual form.

Little did Gregory know that one little sketch could predict more about the future then