𝑆𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔， 𝑅𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒 || 𝑇𝑜𝑚 𝑅𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒 𝑋 𝑂𝑐

eleven.

October 5th, 1942

"Stop it!" Geraldine yells, running in front of Vivian and slamming into their dorm door. "You can't... go... in!" She shouts out of breath.

"What? Why not." Abigayle crosses her arm, raising an eyebrow. Vivian stands beside her, also intrigued on what their dorm mates are up to.

"Because..." Geraldine was awful at making excuses. "Geraldine! We told you you didn't have to go all out. Just your guys presence is fine." The girls reassured her.

"And cupcakes." Vivian added. "Just go away for a few hours!" Geraldine looked at her watch. The time read ten am. "Come back at six, alright?" She quickly pushed the girls away before heading back into their dorm.

"What are we going to do for eight hours?" Abigayle queries. Eight hours is a very long time. "I hear two girls in desperate need of a good time." Mark appears from behind, swinging his arms over both of the girls.

Vivian steps away, letting Mark's arm drop. "Why couldn't you carry on the Weasley legacy and be a Gryffindor?" She slouched down on the couch.

"I second this." Abigayle also takes a seat on the couch across from Vivian. "I'm feeling very hated." He takes a seat beside Abigayle, putting his arm over her yet again.

"You never give up, do you?" She asked, accepting her fate. "Nope." Mark popped the P. Vivian wondered how long it would be until they got together.

It was obvious how much they liked each other. Everyone could see it except them. Vivian watched the two talk and flirt with each other to pass the time.

She had been watching for years, to be fair. Vivian and Mark weren't fans of each other for reasons that they both didn't actually know.

"I'll see you two later." Vivian stands up. She was sitting across from there for about 15 minutes, which was way too long. "What? Go where?" Abigayle asked. "I've got around eight hours to kill, I'm going to find something else that's entertaining."

"Where will you go?" Abigayle again asked." "Perhaps, Hogsmade. You know I love it during autumn." The three said their goodbyes, and Vivian made her way to Hogsmade.

—꧁꧂—

"Vivian Caledonia." A whiny voice spoke. Vivian audibly groaned and muttered something under her breath before turning around. She whined at the sight she saw. "Walburga Black" Vivian fake smiled.

"That's an outfit." The girl and her friend's snickered as she looked at Vivian's outfit. There wasn't anything wrong with it. Sure, it didn't cost a lot, but it was a cute outfit. "Yes. It is an outfit, Black."

"You're here all alone?" Walburga questioned Vivian. It was obvious, considering that she didn't have anyone with her. "That seems to be the case, doesn't it?" She purses her lips.

"You know, it's a shame that-" Walburga immediately stopped. "What? Did you finally grasp the concept of shutting your bloody mouth?" Usually Vivian wasn't one to argue with people, but Walburga was hardly a person. She was like a rodent. A little mouse that squeaks constantly. Annoying.

"What?" She turns around to see Tom standing behind her. "Merlin, I feel like i'm being surrounded by the mafia or something." Vivian scoffed as five people stood all around her. They were mainly wearing black too.