@abilezabini
After the scene at the Quidditch pitch, the want to fly had completely left Violet’s body, leaving her with too much restless energy and nowhere to put it. The want to hit something hadn’t subsided and it unnerved Violet. Sure, she could be as aggressive as the next person and sure, she’d gotten into fights plenty of times but... She’d never felt like this. So utterly helpless and it was the worst feeling. It reminded her of a younger Violet, stuck in the hospital visiting her grandmother; looking upon a frail woman who didn’t resemble the photograph she clutched in her hand at all. It made her think of a slightly older but still juvenile Violet who was about to face a boggart for the first time. The fear rising, the feeling of being trapped and helpless stuck in her throat, like someone had put a stopper on a boiling potion and it was about to explode.
Violet made her way into greenhouse number 6, a personal favourite of hers. She was hoping that being surrounded by the plants, the comforting smells and sounds of the rustling plant life would calm her. It only did the opposite, grating at her nerves. The boiling feeling in her body was feeling more and more volatile, building and building: ready to burst. She couldn’t take it anymore, the restless feeling was too much. An arm swung out, taking out a row of potted plants. It was joined by its partner to push over a table, then another set of plants and suddenly it all became a blur of tears and greenery as Violet took her frustration out on the poor greenhouse.
