What the dungeons clearly lacked was nice fresh air. It was why Vivian rather enjoyed staying outside in between classes, during her breaks and when she didn't have patrol duties to attend to. The autumn-ish weather was also something the blond liked about being outside, until it started to be freezing cold to welcome the winter season. But while the weather was a good mix of both extremes, she might as well enjoy it while it lasts.

Seated cross-legged on one of the stone benches, Vivian had a wizarding university pamphlet open on her lap as she read through each description of the courses offered. She was still very much stuck between her childhood dream to pursue wandlore and her love for mystery and thrill with curse-breaking. She was so torn, and that was probably an understatement for someone as indecisive as she was.

Vivian rubbed her forehead in half-frustration and, apparently, got slapped on the face by a flying piece of paper. Silently cursing, she eyed her inanimate face smacker and took a moment to read its contents as it flew and sprawled on the ground. "Huh." What do you mean lottery? Taken aback, the Head Girl took off her seat and went for the paper.