Vianna's brows furrowed slightly but she finally gave in and decided to squint open her blue eyes as the voice told her he was not her brother. She groaned as the rays from the sun stung her eyes; she was just about to turn and avoid the bright light, but then it dawned on her there was someone else in the bed. Someone resting his chin on her shoulder and reminding her that they were heading to France that day. Vianna smiled faintly at the voice. "Morning, Professor," she muttered before yawning and stretching an arm. She lay there, half-awake and half-asleep for a moment, examining the empty room. When she felt a little more awake, she turned so she was facing the boy beside her. Her smile widened at the sight of him and suddenly all the drowsiness in the world wasn't enough to make her close her eyes again.