Vivian could still remember how the other professors were trying to snap Professor Stewart off whatever trance she was in during that Dufftown weekend last term. It was rather scary, but the blond didn't want to blame the woman for being yet just another victim of those Ilvermorny professors. But still, it was strange. She felt like something about the woman's usual happy disposition was unwired, meddled with. Strange and different.

The first thing that Vivian noticed when she stepped into the classroom was the odd-looking chairs. Where were their usual desks? The Head Girl tilted her head and wondered how on Earth was she supposed to stretch her legs around if she was only given such a small space. Sighs. "Hello, professor," she greeted and took one of those... seats.

Rather uncomfortable, to be honest.