And that was the last of her Friday night classes for today, which was an extreme relief for the prefect. She just wanted to flop on her bed right now and maybe take the advantage with a few minutes of sleep before dinner. She needed it so bad.

Skipping through the corridor, Vivian didn't immediately notice the wooden boards on the floor until a bit of light flickered over it. The prefect immediately picked up her pace and paused at the opening on the wall where their dormitory door used to be. The blond saw her dorm mates with wide eyes, opened her mouth to say something, but apparently nothing came out. She was at a loss of words, and that was saying something. Vivian Fairfield never ran out of words.

Too many thoughts ran across her mind as Vivian ran along the mess on the floor to her own corner. Her kneazle-print blanket, which she had had since ten years old, was ripped apart... and her guitar. Good Merlin. That didn't look like a guitar anymore. She got that from her dad for her twelfth birthday. "This can't be happening," she said as she dug around the litter of paper on the floor. There, under her bed, she found her two-way mirror. Vivian nearly fainted at the sight of it, but gave out a loud sigh of relief to see it had only garnered dents along the frame. Merlin knew what she would have done, had her mirror been broken beyond repair like the rest of her things.

But it was too much for her to handle. Vivian felt hot tears falling down her cheek as she immediately wiped it with the sleeve of the school robes she had worn for the day. "C-can we still fix a few things?" She looked up, eyes a little red, for a moment at Junia, Liss, and Sky. But she knew the answer wouldn't be all positive. A few of these things didn't seem like they could be fixed, not even with magic. Still a little shaken, Vivian immediately took a ripped piece of parchment and a quill from her sling bag. She wrote down a note, sniffing and wibbling in the process, and folded it into a paper airplane. Did the prefect care that her handwriting was comprised? Nope, not at all.

Once that was finished, Vivian sent a charm to the airplane note and watched it fly out of their dormitory. "I... I just sent a letter t-to Professor Vance," SNIFF. She hated crying, she really did. But she was tired and wanted to sleep, a little hungry too, and THIS was what she came back to. "R-reparo," she sent the spell to one of her ripped shirts.

She was gonna cry now, and deal with her accumulated anger later. Yes.