To say the least, Vivian was getting and feeling better since certain things happened. She was grateful that none of her friends had pressed on the topic, nor did they force her to spill on the reason why she had herself pulled out of classes for a week. Plus, other things happened too, and the Head Girl found herself no longer crying about her loss. She was okay, she knew it. She will be even more okay.

But when the Head Girl had finally entered the classroom, she almost didn't want to be there. The first thing her eyes were able to register were the hospital beds, and honestly, they were the last things she wanted to deal with today. She bit on the insides of her cheeks to stop herself. She did not need a reminder of her loss—a salt in the wound.

Foregoing her usual song addition to her DADA lesson soundtrack, Vivian finally looked at Professor Hirsch and gave him an acknowledging nod. "Good morning, Professor," the blond greeted him before moving to get herself a pair of gloves and sitting beside Junia, who happened to be the only one present that she could stay close to, and she was her dorm mate. "Hi." Vivian didn't want to be here, yeah, but she was strong.