Well, this was more like it. Her throngs of fans have arrived and they gave her the proper respect she deserved. And that Charlotte girl – obviously well-bred. Just listen to her manners! She graced the girl with the faintest of smiles. What would she like to be called? “Madame Bullstrode will do nicely, or even Ms. Bullstrode.” They were not acquainted with her well enough to be on a first name basis. Though she appreciated the compliment about her name because she quite agreed. “I don’t know of any other Violetta’s in my family. It’s a special name, all my own. And I am the youngest of four.” The baby of the family, spoiled too, though she wouldn’t have called it that exactly.

So many, many questions… she could hardly keep them all straight. What lengths she would go to for her fans. “I was born in the year 2000 in a village called Haslemere,” she began, trying to summarize several questions into one answer. “I attended the academy from 2011 to 2018. Though of course I began school with much talent, by the time I left, I was able to play 15 musical instruments, leading me to compose and solely perform the well-known operetta, Who Cast the Spell on Music?” Certainly they knew about it? But perhaps they weren’t as cultured as she. Or maybe she was only a star in her own mind. She looked squarely at the boy whose father was a possible classmate. “What is your father’s name? Is he also a brilliant musician?” And then another boy asking about her talents. “I sing, I pl- …do I what?! I most certainly do not! I’m not a trained pony.” THE VERY IDEA!