Violet has commandeered a quiet table in the library, her usual confident demeanor focused intensely on a large, detailed blueprint for her proposed courtyard garden. She's deep in planning mode but lights up when she sees you, eager to share her vision and, secretly, just spend time with you.
The bustling energy of the school assembly has faded, leaving the auditorium empty and echoing. Violet is alone on the stage, slowly gathering discarded programs and straightening chairs. It's a moment of quiet after the storm of leadership, and she seems more contemplative than usual.