Another year at Hogwarts? Vi couldn't wait. She had bid her Dad goodbye at the airport as he had another meeting to catch and said her goodbyes to Simon on Platform 9 and 3/4. She had made sure to reassure him that she'd be okay and this time instead of Simon insisting that she wrote home to him at least every three weeks, he simply smiled and wished her good luck. She'd miss him. The summer had flown by so quickly and she had enjoyed spending most of it with him.

As soon as she had stepped on the train, she knew that this year was going to be awesome. Shorter hair, slightly taller (like an inch... okay half an inch so now she was barely 5'4), a new locket necklace from her grandmother, and the new tattoo on her wrist made her feel incredibly confident. And the fact that she was sixteen helped too. Sixteen and proud. And also the fact that she'd see a lot of her friends and a very special person indeed. She'd have to stop by and see him, Etta, Noelle, Kitty, and Henry. They'd probably all be in the Prefect Compartment. She'd also have to find Vivian and Mel.... Where was Mel? Probably with Kirk, she mused.

VIP Coming Through? What was a very important person doing on the train? She wondered. Olivia had just caught that phrase and saw two familiar faces barging towards her. Skylar and Vivian. Merlin. Skylar definitely looked like a girl on a mission whereas Vivian looked as if she wanted to hide. What was going on? she wondered, watching the whole scene with an amused smile. Shenanigans surely. She was about to smile but then decided that she would move an empty section and out of the way. Ah better. Now she wouldn't get run over by the two Snakes on a mission. "Hey Vivi! Skylar!" she called, offering them a smile and a salute cause they looked like they were in a hurry to go wherever they needed to go. "Good luck on your mission." She didn't want to get in there way but made a note to catch up with those two later.

In the meantime, Vi settled into her seat and pulled out her songwriting journal. And of course, the pen that was inside the journal fell underneath her chair. She groaned and then got to her knees, searching for the pen. Merlin. Barely on the train and she already was losing her things.