Vivian was not late. Never. She had just arrived in time. On the day when the Quidditch rosters were posted, the prefect was mostly happy to see that she was on the starting team for Slytherin. Though yes, she had signed up as a beater initially, she did give seeking a try. That was all thanks to their Captain, who felt she'd be a good seeker. Half of her heart wished she'd have been like her auntie, the beater queen of Pride of Portree, but Vivian figured it wouldn't hurt to take a different route. After all, it was still QUIDDITCH. Plus, she had an amazing team. So much talent just oozing from them.

And when the Slytherin arrived at the locker room to pick up her equipment and jersey, she was very much taken aback when she noticed that she was legit the only player in her team. Where was Skylar? She didn't think her dorm mate, of all people, would miss this opportunity. Vivian then felt a small tinge of awkward as she peeked inside. "Good afternoon, everyone." In general, of course. She was definitely mentally side-eyeing her entire team for not being here. There was Mr. Baldvinsson! "Hello, professor," the seeker greeted him with a smile.

She looked down at her watch to check the time. Hmm....