Another Snakey first year alert! So yes, the more Slytherin firsties there were, the longer Vivian's list of ickles became. Did she mind? Of course not! The blond watched as the girl came nearer to their table, and she offered her a wide smile. Oh, and would you look at that? Already introducing herself! What a precious! "Hi, Philippa!" Vivian greeted her. "Welcome to Slytherin! My name's Vivian." And she wasn't going to go on about the badge. It was obviously there, pinned on her robes tonight.

Aside from having to meet new Slytherins, Vivian was also equally glad to see her own squad from her dormitory. She beamed at Junia and wiggled her fingers at her. But she wasn't going to disrupt, as it seemed that her dormie and her younger brother looked like they were busy. Perhaps even more Botros babies were getting sorted? Well, either way, Vivian was giving them space. They'd be able to catch up later on at their dorm, anyway.

Vivian's attention was then drawn back to the poor kid (Kei). And he was... crying?! What? It was just her first night as prefect, and she had an ickle crying already? This very much alarmed the blond as she quickly stuck her hand inside her pocket in search for something. She then pulled out her hankie and offered it to him. "Uh, here you go," the prefect said, unconsciously biting her lower lip at the sight of having to deal with crying house mates. This wasn't part of the prefect job description, was it? "It's okay. I think your voice sounds okay." She also offered a tiny smile because, well, she didn't know what to do. Hopefully that worked? "Don't worry. Things will be more bearable when the speech is over. I'm Vivian, by the way." And yes, she too was in a hurry for the feast. Side eyes for you, Headmistress.

Thankfully, Olly came! Which was better, honestly, as Vivian probably wasn't the best person for all this comforting thing especially with an ickle. Her co-prefect got a smile from the blond, before she went over to check if all her fellow Slytherins were still awake and NOT crying. The kid -- Blaze, was it? -- got an acknowledging nod as he joined them at the table. As long as he wasn't making a scene tonight, he was going to be perfectly fine. Please.

And when the Bloody Baron grumbled more than usual, it alarmed Vivian even more than seeing that kid cry. On her first night, she was getting told off by the Baron? Already?! The blond stared at the ghost with slightly wide eyes, blinking a few times, before ultimately nodding. "Yes, sir," she said. She was well aware that Maxton, and everyone in this house for that matter, was her responsibility. No need to rub it further, Baron sir. Then when he floated closer, the blond took in a quick breath of air but still kept her eyes focused at him as a sign of respect that she was listening and all. "The Friar is probably just jealous of you, sir, since we're members of such a noble house." Right? Right. She wasn't going to dig in deeper into the crazy history of how Slytherin house lost its House Cup last term and all that. With that said, she turned the other way and gave Maxton a wink. You're sort of welcome, Carden boy.

Now, back to Liss, who had her head on Vivian's shoulder, which she didn't mind either and she gladly let her dorm mate do so. And of course, she knew that face. "Me too, Liss, me too," she said, and patted the other blond's head with her free hand. It was a bad time to not have food inside her pockets.

Hello, Headmistress? Vivian was sending out 'I am hungry' vibes. We would very much like to be excluded from this narrative.