#c. adrian

“Oi, pretty boy, you dropped this.”

On the first day of classes, Vivian waltzed into Hogwarts believing her very presence drew stares from various classmates, both familiar faces and strangers. Of course, logic knew the death of her late husband likely attributed to the wandering glances, but more so than that, carrying a secret left the witch feeling on defense at every moment. No second passed without drawing attention to it. 

Needless to say, when she lingered around the first floor corridor, pulling out her new habit of cigarettes from her purse, Vivian believed eyes to burn straight through her skin. She did not turn around to look, though; instead, she brought the cigarette to her lips and ignited the tip.  

“Are you enjoying yourself?”

Vivian’s fingers curled and gently knocked against the door at No. 1 Low Street. She turned away from the entrance momentarily, letting her eyes drift upon some hungover wizards roaming about the sidewalk. Despite her many outings with both inhabitors, Vivian had yet to walk through the threshold and immerse herself in this setting—primarily because she only maintained an interest in Adrian and Hattie being apart of her world view, not the other way around. 

Vivian watched with satisfaction as the victorious cheers of her fellow Ravenclaws eventually turned to gossipy chatter, knowing that her words took root in Asher. Fate curled its wispy fingers around the wizard, and her predictions proved true. Clearly, he handled the Caroline Brown situation. Now all that remained was the spare, and for the witch to sneak off into dark, lonely corners and use her charmed jewellery to send a message off to Marceaux. 

Of course, her prefect duties pulled Vivian into the public view as countless students inquired for more information. She played her part as the unknowing, innocent lamb, repeating over and over again that they must not leave the common room. At her first free moment, she slipped away and nearly made her escape elsewhere in the Ravenclaw dormitory before Vivian felt a keen sense that someone’s gaze bore into her. Turning around, her eyes met Adrian Vallancourt once more.