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.
Vivian squirms. "Well, it's better than I had before, anyway. Thanks for including me?"
Mumbling about overly similar runes and how one of these languages was enough, Vivian fixes it. "Thanks."
"I'm just upset about getting them mixed up. Chinese at least I know how to keep straight. I do enjoy Runes most of the time, but homework is still homework."
"I'm doing an independent study on wandlore, that's probably my favorite new class. Runes is memorizey and Arithmancy's kind of... mechanical at this level."
"That's so cool! I couldn't think of anything to do. Maybe in a couple years. What's wandlore like?"
"It's all about woods and cores and what they mean - there's kind of a lot of statistics. I'm trying to figure out a way to verify for sure if Miranda's second wand is really chimaera hair core because I think that'd be a good final project."
"Walnut is supposed to be for smart people. And it doesn't get picky about what it casts like some wands can - if you get walnut and it likes you it'll do whatever as long as you know what you're doing. And unicorn tail hair bonds to the first user - other wands if you win them or even sometimes inherit them they're pretty friendly but a unicorn hair one won't ever cooperate quite as well with a second owner. And unicorn hair is the hardest of the three typical cores to turn to Dark magic. Not that it can't be done. This is all pretty subtle effects anyway, a good witch or wizard with a wand that likes them can do most anything if they try."
"There's an old rhyme that says 'ash is stubborn'. But not, like, cocky. Ash is sort of like unicorn hair in that you don't get great results with a secondhand one but dragon heartstring doesn't have that trait. Dragon heartstring's strongest in raw power of the traditional three Ollivander cores."
"I mean, it's a wand, not a seer. Maybe you won't ever need the oomph. There's only three choices if you went to Ollivander's anyway, for cores."
"One of my wands is just pine and phoenix feather, but Ollivander wouldn't sell me a backup, so I went to a secondhand shop and they sold me this hazel one, which reportedly has chimaera hair but they weren't sure. It's sure unusual, though, I get very high-power spells out of it."
"No, just the one. I've thought about getting a second but it feels sort of like thinking about getting another eye, right in the middle of my forehead, no matter how useful either thing would be."
Vivian can't help but laugh at the image. "Does that make Miranda a..." she stops, confused. "Cyclops isn't right. Is there a name for that?"
Vivian hides her face in her hands. "That was obvious, wasn't it," she sighs into her palms. "It was obvious, I am officially bad at words."