This was not usually the sort of activity Violet was interested in, but for some reason, this term she suddenly felt deeply intrigued by this big dance they were planning (it must be because she was older and more mature, she told herself, and definitely had nothing to do with new attractive exchange students). "Hi, Headmaster," she said, suddenly feeling shy around him, and everyone there. She looked around the room, hiding a smile at the way Remy was latched onto Atlas, who did not look at all happy to be there. And there was her friend, Ashley, drawing (on her arm!) and not paying attention to anything else. Violet came into the room and took a seat beside her, but didn't speak yet, because it was disruptive to have people interrupting you when you were creating.