And then suddenly it isn't just a child's fancy anymore. There's an older couple showing up to Explain Things to her parents carrying a fancy letter on parchment- sealed with wax, even- and an entirely different kind of boarding school to attend. Her parents seem more confused and afraid than anything else, but the wizard couple is very insistently, politely persuasive. Vivian gets the feeling her parents don't quite know what to do with her. But having been presented with such a convenient answer, the arrangements are made.
She'll be attending Hogwarts in the fall.
It becomes obvious to Vivian very quickly that the helpful couple left a lot of things out. Until recently the school was, literally, a war zone. Perhaps they'd done it on purpose; they'd said something vague about fetching her "because the faculty were busy", but Vivian suspects belatedly that they really meant "because the faculty are recovering from an enormous magical battle, yes seriously." She doesn't tell her parents; they would worry, or pull her out of school, and she doesn't really think she'd be any safer if they did. She is, as always, quiet. The Sorting Hat puts her in Slytherin, and she gets quieter. She doesn't socialize, she doesn't answer questions about her home life, she spends as much time as she can in the library. Eventually the older students write her off as "one of those weird Asian witches", and she sees no need to correct them. She is a weird Asian witch. Better than a pureblooded snob, as far as she's concerned.
She does well in school. She's not inspiring awe and admiration in Ravenclaw hearts or anything like that, but when you do nothing but study you do well in school, and Vivian does little else. She likes the work, and doesn't feel the loss. She finishes year one, then year two. Her parents are pleased she's doing well, and don't otherwise ask questions; magic makes them uncomfortable. It certainly never occurs to them to ask if she's making friends. She's not, but she prefers it that way. She likes her cozy armchair in the library much more than the older Slytherins, that's for sure.
Her disinterest in socialization does not survive the onset of puberty.
Vivian isn't clear on when, exactly, she realizes that other witches are pretty. But other witches are definitely pretty. So Vivian starts attempting to meet some. Her studying starts moving closer and closer to other students' study groups. There's one group in particular, with a beautiful Ravenclaw witch her age... Vivian watches them. She's not the only one, this group is awfully famous so she doesn't stand out much, but she's still too shy. She tries not to stare as much. (She fails. She's so smart. And that smile.) She tries to at least stare at other girls. (More successful, but it's not a large student body; she only has so many options). And she worries and daydreams and panics that she'll say something and be crushed in the process. (She says nothing.)
But there's no one to talk to about this. Why can't she find any gay witches or wizards to talk to? She listens to gossip. She asks innocent questions when she dares. She only comes up with three names, in the whole school, and the two girls are dating each other. That's probably the only reason anyone knows about them at all, she decides glumly. This is just not talked about at Hogwarts. And it's not like she has friends to ask or compare notes with. She's "that quiet Asian witch" who doesn't make friends.
She decides that if no one is talking about it, she's going to make them.
She gets permission from the Headmistress. She talks Madame Hooch- on the principle that the flying instructor has the most free time- into acting as the faculty adviser. And she starts distributing flyers.
Queer/Straight Wix Alliance introductory meetup, Monday October 2 at 7pm in the Charms classroom. Cauldron cakes and chatting.
"It probably wouldn't. Please don't inconvenience your own schedule on my behalf. I don't know that I'll have anything salient to say in the first place."
Jenny wanders in, dragging a reluctant Emma. "You'll get your homework done later. We are being good friends, you can come be supportive for ten minutes, Emma, I swear-" but stops short at the sight of Alli. "Alli, is that your second cake? You're supposed to leave some for the rest of us!"
"I left some for the rest of you!" Alli says indignantly. "Just also with two for me. Hush, you, they're delicious." She grins at Vivian. "Besides, housemate power, or something. Vivian's cool with it, right?"
She pointedly does not comment on 'housemate power'. Alli's met the rest of their House.
Ack, she is supposed to greet people, she should not be failing at that. "Hi! Thanks for coming," she tells the newcomers, aware she's saying basically the same thing as Karen but not having a better idea. "The cauldron cakes are on the desk if you want one."
"See, Alli? She said one," Jenny says loftily. "Cake thieeeeeef." She walks over and picks two cakes off the table.
"Wha- but-" Alli splutters. "Hey, she also said it was fine! And you just took two too! What gives?!"
Jenny walks back over and hands Emma the second cauldron cake, while giving Alli a Look. It is the Look of Misbehaving Younger Sibling. Fear the Look. Respect the Look.
Emma is too polite to roll her eyes, but she strongly considers it. Whether at her friends or at her mother's voice in her head- Emma, don't talk about people in the third person in front of them, it's terribly rude!- she doesn't know. "She is right here," she says. "Sorry, Vivian." She takes a bite and her eyes light up. "Oh wow, these are good."
Vivian smiles. Even if people just come for the cauldron cakes, at least they're coming. She'll take it. "It's fine. Glad you like them."
Vivian flushes. "Oh, no, they're just from Hogsmeade. I can cook some, I suppose, but I wouldn't even know how to start here. Are we even allowed in the kitchens?"
"We're awfully far away from anything to order food by owl. I don't like stale cauldron cakes that much."
"The packaged ones survive the trip okay," says Miranda. "But Hogsmeade makes more sense."
"And hey, it's probably cheaper, too. Geez, owl delivery all the way here is expensive!"
"Awww, thanks! I mean, I don't really shop for stuff, but I appreciate the thought anyway."
She's still somewhat nervous that everyone here is just passingly curious and the group will only have two members and Madam Hooch will object to such a small group and she'll have to shut it down or go informal or... well, she'd like this to succeed. This is something that should exist. And since it doesn't, she will make it.