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.
"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.
There is a shrieking sound from the Restricted Section, followed by an angry shout from Madam Pince. Miranda looks up, and then when she sees Pince dragging a fourth-year Hufflepuff out of the stacks by his ear and the blistered state of the boy's face, she gets up. "I'm going to see him to the hospital wing," she says. "If I'm not back before you're through can you bring my things back to our room, Karen?"
"I think it's part of her internship, that she's responsible for bustling people to Pomfrey if they need it? Something like that."
"Still." She pauses thoughtfully. Miranda's gone now, the library's mostly empty. "Was there- did something-" she falters. "Do you know what her thing was, earlier? She sounded so mad about the Muggle world idea... I didn't upset her or anything, did I?"
"No, no, she wasn't mad about the idea, she was mad at the possibility that I'd, I don't know, mention unicorns too convincingly in front of somebody, and the obliviators would have to come clean up after me, because she really, really hates memory charms."
Vivian thinks about this, feeling a bit lost. "Does she get like that a lot? Most spells are pretty scary if you think about them..."
"She's mostly like that about mind spells. Memory charms, confundus, stuff like that. She actually learned to throw them off in our first year, Hermione Granger helped her."
Vivian doesn't know much about magic, but she knows enough to honestly say, "Woah. That Hermione? Woah."
"Yeah, she was still here, then, finishing up, she missed her last year because of war stuff."
"Yeah! Although Miranda had some philosophical differences with her. About memory charms. I don't think they're still friends."
"What happened?" Vivian asks curiously, without thinking, then flushes. "If you can say, I mean."
"During the war Hermione wanted her parents to evacuate so she memory charmed them into believing they were different people without a daughter who had always wanted to live in Australia, so they went."
If Hermione did half the things people like to say she did, Vivian supposes her parents would've had to go into hiding. "So they couldn't be- tortured?" she guesses, wincing.
"That must've been horrible. But- Miranda thought she should've done something else...?"