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 decides that now is perhaps not the time to get into cave people. "Sorry," she says, trying to sound reassuring. "It's- more me being confused by the whole wix world again, I think. I mean, I feel like that all the time here- magic is real? Fairies? Cauldrons and broomsticks and all that stuff?"
Vivian thinks about it. "A lot of it they went over with my letter, but I didn't really talk to people much my first two years? So I still get surprised by things sometimes." She shrugs self-deprecatingly. "Like dinosaurs." She smiles tentatively at Karen. "You should try the Muggle world sometime." It comes out as a suggestion, almost a question.
"I don't know what I'd... do? Also apparently being black is like... a thing. That I don't know how to deal with at all."
"It probably won't even come up if you're only going for a walk," Miranda says. "I just said it was like being Muggleborn because I couldn't come up with anything more like it than that."
"You don't have to or anything. I just thought it might be interesting." She smiles a little. "See a dinosaur skeleton or something."
"Also if I screwed something up and someone had to be Memory Charmed Miranda would probably never speak to me again."
"Not after the massive lecture you wouldn't. Anyway, maybe when I'm older? But it makes me really nervous to even think about it right now."
Vivian's eyes dart back and forth between Karen and Miranda awkwardly. She's not sure what they're talking about but they're clearly referencing something and she... will not be asking while Miranda is making that face. "When you know more spells, you mean?" she guesses.
"No, when I know more about... things in general. You can't do spells in front of Muggles anyway."
"I think Karen is slightly overestimating the risk of just going out to lunch in Muggle London or something, but doing it as adults is less risky just because people feel entitled to ask teenagers more questions about what they're doing in public places."
Vivian crinkles her nose. "It's so strange thinking of myself like that. I always forget that if I wasn't here, I'd already be in third form somewhere. It seems so much older in my head."
"Ugh, I know - I mean kind of - I keep expecting to be in the youngest year in the school like I haven't watched the hat sort two whole years of kids after us."
"I like the new students all right, at least," Vivian says. "At last, someone who knows less than me!"
"Imagine when we're in seventh and there is no one who is supposed to know more than us. We'll have the younger kids asking us stuff and expecting us to be able to answer."
"Nooooo," Vivian groans. "Growing up not allowed! Too scary." Then she blinks at Karen and says faintly, "...I feel for whatever poor soul decides to ask Alli."
Vivian beams back at Karen before, suspecting she's about to look rather dopey, she tries to focus on her homework. Dopey face: not allowed.