Coming from the musical room where she met Ewan again, she almost forgot she still had to meet Vivian.

Scared, frightened, nervous. Olivia was all panicky with the talking paintings around the sixth floor corridor. One weird witch was getting burned at stake still managed to laugh like a mental. Below the portrait was written, Wendelin the Weird. The 'Weird' suited her. She was already briefed by her mother about the talking portraits but she was more frightened by the moving staircases which Vivian notified her about. That's also the reason why she convinced the Head Girl to meet her at a floor closest to her own common room.

Making her way at the right spot she's going to meet Vivian, another painting called her by her house. "Hi." Olivia managed to respond avoiding his eyes. Oli's face was turning all white. Nobody's around. She was only twelve years old. She wanted to live longer than twelve. But when the man started talking enemies and potions into one sentence, something glowed in Oli's eyes. Though she was still scared. "I'll take note of that, Sir." Before sprinting away.

FINALLY, she saw Vivian. Oli was a wee bit sheepish about being late but she was relieved, Vivian found her. Or she found Vivian.