Thread: And lead us not into temptation (RavenQueen & Caeliys)

Time had been flying. The semester had barely started and was already in full swing. The freshmen parties were all over, meaning that some of them even started learning. Violet had been more than busy. She had, of course, attended select parties here and there, but she had made herself a rare commodity. Violet Danes wasn't exactly easy access material, with regard to no one and nothing. It wasn't that she was rich, after all, many at Princeton were. Or rather Their parents were. But Violet carried herself with a natural arrogance that put her way beyond even the most spoilt of the elite university's students. Violet wasn't only rich, she was smart. Very smart. Upon making it through high school, Violet had decided to study history and Princeton had been her pick. She took to university like a fish to water. Dei sub numine viget, the university's motto. Under God's Power She Flourishes. It applied to Violet very much. She was an excellent student. The girl was there on merit as much as due to her family's financial resources. She seemed to take both for granted. Truth was, she didn't. What she did was take it in stride. She just didn't like to apologise. Neither for her wealth nor for her brains. Actually, Violet didn't like to apologise for anything. The best way to describe how things went with her probably was that she chose the things and people that were around her very carefully and that she herself was never simply chosen. The harder people tried, the more they usually failed. There had been bets in the beginning. Who'd get her first. There weren't any more. Why? Nobody knows. The boys who tried didn't talk about their time with her. Whatever transpired, it must have been grave enough to make them rather keep it to themselves. She was far from anti-social though. She could be sweet and nice, if she wanted to. While being a bitch in some ways, she didn't pick on the poor, she wasn't a walking gossip dispenser and she didn't have that lead cheerleader attitude that so many of her kind had. Violet seemed above the cut and thrust of campus life in a way no one could quite explain. Her mother had died while giving birth to her. Of the people who knew her, half felt pity, the other rumoured that it was no wonder. Her father had dealt in oil early in his life, ensuring that the future of his family had been secured for years to come. It had been the two of them, ever since. Not much else was known. The Danes behaved more like old money than new. Regardless, having the dark and brooding beauty at your party had become something of a must. She had an equal draw to those who liked to discuss how to change the world and those who rather discussed how their epic touchdown earlier that afternoon had already changed the world. Today, Violet's business had been rather with the former and she was just about to make her way back from the on campus dormitories to the main entrance, when someone bumped right into her. Ouh! She exclaimed, staggering back a bit. Looking up again, she saw Stephanie in front of her. The nervous, jittery country bumpkin was even more hyped than usually. Things seemed to constantly remain new for her. She wasn't one of those ADHD kids but she could be genuinely amazed about a lot of things that simply bored Violet. She was intrigued and appalled by it at the same time. As of now though, Violet hadn't paid much attention to her. It had rather been Stephanie who had approached Violet, talking on end. So much that indeed, she had taken pity on the other girl and dished out some remarks that could have been understood as loose guidelines on how to act at university. Among those was to try Matt Saylor if he was game. It had been more for the fun of it though. Violet didn't think he'd be interested in Steph. At least not enough. Now that very girl stood before her, in shambles. Violet straightened her knee length skirt and blazer. Irritated, she took another step back, establishing a distance that was more in line with her preferences regarding personal space. Critically examining Stephanie, she looked as if whatever happened had been a little rough. Where was she coming from? Or rather, fleeing from? Holding up both hands to calm her down and subtly stop her from coming closer again, Violet took a deep breath, briefly looked to the side, rolling her eyes in mild annoyance and turned towards the other girl again. Stephanie. Good day to you, too. I am fine, thank you. How are you? She said bitingly, bright blue eyes fixated on the woman's face.