Whee, Harry Potter next gen."Violet? Violet?"Whee, Harry Potter next gen.
I lie there. I'm cold, I'm shivering, I'm hungry, but I can't come out because he'll see me. I don't want him seeing me.
"Violet? The new Quaffle arrived, Violet."
I don't want to play with the new Quaffle. I don't want to play with any Quaffle, or Bludger, or Snitch. I want to go up to my room and read, but I can't, or he'll see me.
"Violet, I know you're bad at Quidditch now, but I can help you. I can make you better. And then Mum will be proud of you."
It's enticing but I still daren't move. Besides, I doubt that Mum will ever be proud of me. I'm too geeky,
