Violet was about to try Finite Incantatum as a last resort, as she didn't couldn't think of any hex-repelling charms that she knew, but before she could try it, the scene abruptly changed. Now she was in a pleasant garden, with beckoning benches and lemonade and...Godric Gryffindor! Violet was suspicious of the idyllic setting to begin with--after all, Trent was not testing them on their ability to relax! But the appearance of the Gryffindor founder put her on high alert. Because what would he be doing here with a Slytherin?

Suddenly Violet hear a rustle behind her and wheeled around, her wand at the ready, and saw...her mother, dying on the ground! She could barely remember her mother, but from the bits and snatches she did remember, along with the photos Miss Howard had showed her, this was her. Dying, and before Violet ever had a chance to try to find her. This had been her greatest fear for a long time, especially since what should have been her second year, when she'd run away to New York with her father and found that Helena Blackthorne was no longer with him.

As she watched, frozen in horror with a few tears starting to trickle down her cheeks, the face of the dying woman eerily morphed into the features of her governess, who she'd spent most of her childhood with, who she'd seen just this past summer when Miss Howard had appeared at the end of the battle to see if Violet was all right. This was almost worse!

But the appearance of her former governess suddenly stiffened her resolve, because Miss Howard would not approve at all of a person standing and snivelling when faced with danger, instead of doing something about it. She knew how to fight a boggart, the question was, would she be able to manage to do it?

"R-r-rid-d-diku...Ridddik.., she tried to stammer through her tears. Then she took a sharp, deep breath, imagined the dying Miss Howard springing up and shouting, 'Just fooling!' and shouted "Riddikulus!!"