Vivian tried her very best not to get so attached to saying good bye to her parents and her sister back in the Platform, just like what had happened last term. She didn't want to lose all of the good spots and end up butting inside a compartment full of strangers and firsties. Not that she didn't like them, but she'd rather chill on her own or let a friend find her or something. In fact, the main purpose why she wanted to board the train was so she could contemplate on things. Yes, things. What even was it with growing up?

The blonde had went by to visit the food trolley and had renewed her stash of sweets - from licorice wands to fudges - before slipping inside a compartment. Her efforts of hopping on the train as soon as she could didn't go to waste. Vivian flopped onto the seat, her Kneazle Marshmallow curled up beside her for its so-called "hibernation mode on the way to boarding school". She took her guitar with her, a prized possession she received from her parents on her birthday a few weeks ago.

Maybe she'd just play a simple tune or polish it? She didn't know.