Vianna was absentmindedly pulling out her books and notes from her book bag when Margaret suddenly began talking again, asking her what she'd been needing her make-up for that morning. Vianna suddenly froze, blue eyes widened. "Uhhh…" But thankfully for the girl, Ferris walked in right at that moment, catching the attention of the class, which included the redheaded girl sitting at her side. Vianna sighed in relief before curiosity took over once again - why was her boyfriend by himself? Where was Flitwick? She scanned the room a second time for any signs of the short little man, but there were none. And it was precisely at that moment that Ferris began to address the class, explaining to them that Flitwick was out sick that day and so he was their teacher for the day. Vianna's eyebrows rose, surprise now filling her blue eyes before it was taken over by a mix of amusement, endearment, and admiration. The boy looked perfect in front of the class, addressing them as a group, like a puzzle piece fitting right in. Not only that, but for some reason seeing him as an authority figure rather than just her boyfriend, made the girl see him in a whole new light, in a way she hadn't really seen him before; and it was nice, it only made her want to kidnap him even more. She was barely aware of the dazed look on her face, and of the way she so shamelessly stared at the boy until Margaret elbowed her. "Ow!" Vianna furrowed her brows at her.

"You never told me what you did with my make-up!" hissed the redheaded girl.

"Later!" Vianna whispered, turning her attention over to her book as if it was the most interesting thing in the planet; though her mind wasn't on it, but rather on what excuse she was going to use and lie to her friend with.