Perhaps it was a blessing in disguise that Vivian didn't hear what the young Ravenclaw said, given how easily distracted the blond could be at times. Compliments like such would have made her ego grow thrice its size already. However, seventh year was pretty much not her year thus far. And if Oli thought seventh year was chill because they were the eldest and all, the Ravenclaw would be very disappointed when she comes of age. There was absolutely nothing synonymous to relaxation for NEWT-level classes, and there were other responsibilities on her list to top that off as Head Girl.

Classrooms? Alright, Vivian made a mental note to introduce those important places. "I'll point them out as we pass by them," the seventh year replied with a small smile. "Come along." It wouldn't have been considered a tour if they didn't actually going around, right? She started walking and first pointed out her favourite room of all. "This one's the music room. I like coming here during my spare time, which isn't much nowadays." Something about just playing piano was soothing. Definitely a place to visit for music lovers and enthusiasts. "And over there... here... is the Transfiguration classroom, and it's only a floor below your common room. How lucky." Being a resident of the dungeons was mostly a sad thing for those who enjoyed the comforts of their beds, especially in the last minutes before classes.

Oh, and about the hag. "Yeah, you can forget about her. She's old news." Like, literally old news. If Oli was a reader of the Daily Prophet, she'd probably know more about the recent disastrous happenings at Hogwarts too. Especially with that field trip to Dufftown last term, Mummy and Daddy Fairfield weren't at all pleased. "I didn't forget about that, of course," Vivian said with a wink. "It's gonna take some time to get used to. It took me almost a year to figure things out." Of course, that was back when she was a first year... with sooo much free time. How could she have taken those for granted?

And, awww, wasn't she the sweetest? Bringing candy and all, which was something Vivian would have done as well. She did have her own stash of marshmallows in her dormitory, but she'd forgotten it and that was probably the most un-Vivian thing to ever happen in this known world. "Why, thank you," the Head Girl accepted. Those were M&Ms. Of course, she'd accept them. Popping a blue-coloured candy into her mouth, Vivian had almost forgotten how to swallow with Oli's question.

Uh. "My what?" Her 'it'? Vivian followed the Ravenclaw's gaze towards her chest...

Wait....

.........

... Well, this was awkward. "Oh, uhm...." Vivian pretended like the entire situation was casual as she unpinned her badge for a moment to let the firstie have a look at it. "Here you go. Don't run away with it." She'd grown very proficient with offensive charms lately. But it reminded her of when she was a firstie. She had asked the former prefect, Miss Pretty Prefect Dot, if she could touch her badge.

Merlin, Vivian was old.