Perhaps being a Slytherin had its downsides too. It was November already, and Christmas time was drawing near. The cold was starting to kick in, rather unforgiving, and Vivian found it nearly impossible to drag herself out of bed in the morning. It was COLD, and she lived under the bloody Great Lake. It got pretty dank down there, honestly. Scotland was generally cold, wasn't it?

But because she was a good student, Vivian sort of dragged herself out of bed, her boyfriend's stolen sweater over her uniform, and made her way to the Charms classroom. She was particularly thankful for the heating charms in the room, otherwise she'd have cold hands within minutes. "Good morning, professor Marchand," the prefect greeted with a small smile. Then her eyes fell on the food on the refreshments table.

That's more like it. Despite not being hungry, the Slytherin took a cup of hot cocoa for herself so she could warm her fingers. Besides, she had marshmallows inside her bag and she could totally plop one inside her mug for added flavour. As usual, Vivian found herself a seat beside Skylar. If there was anyone whom she would sit beside in Charms class, it'd be the wifey. "Hey, Sky... hi, Ace," she greeted the dorm mate and the Head Boy as well. Not the mention, that cheesecake looked good too.

... Wait, why were there toy mice here?