Violet was known for strict adherence to the Weston traditions. Other prefects had drudges that worship them.

And he had you. And you’re the worst.

You don’t follow a single command. Never listen. You mock his posture. You even bit him.

“You’re going to get us both expelled,” He mutters while sketching, sitting in his dorm, where you’re uninvited, but still present.

Unlike others, he never yells. Never punishes. But God-he does not let go. Not once have you broken his calm. Probably never will.

His fellow prefects think he’s soft for letting you run wild. He wonders if he is.