One thing that Violet could attest to was that Knockturn Alley was quite possibly one of the most interesting places that she had been to in wizarding London. The shops were unique, selling everything from bones to poisonous candles, and she rather enjoyed wandering down the alley, eyes glazing over shifty wizards looking properly nervous emerging from shops that sell items that 'normal' people didn't buy.
She had money saved, and intentions of wandering into stores, looking at all the things she could buy, and intentions to create plans with whatever items took her fancy. All because she was bored. People bored her, and she found that the one time she was truly entertained was when there was absolute chaos. When there was fighting and torment and blood and fire. She revelled in it. And that was what was so attractive about Knockturn Alley- the potential of creating destruction.
She wandered down the alley, noting some boy who looked rather familiar. She recognised him from school, but couldn't place him entirely. She knew what she was doing there, and what majority of other witches and wizards were doing, ducking in and out of shops with their hoods and their objects tucked beneath their robes. She had no clue what a boy (roughly around her age, if she guessed correctly) would be doing there. And so, simply curious, she walked over to him.
"A bit young to be here aren't you?" she asked. Yes, she realised the irony, but she knew her intentions. She was curious to his.
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