Vivianna was suddenly glad that she'd come to Zane for this. Anyone else would have demanded that she tell them what happened, Zane wouldn't do that. It was great, knowing that someone in this big old castle would be there for her no matter what, even if they hadn't spoken in months.
In an odd way, Zane was almost family. It was like they were cousins or something, if it wasn't for the joking flirtation Vivianna tended to spout out whenever they spoke. The Slytherin wanted to tell Zane what her housemates had done, but since the other student had no knowledge of her illegal brewing, it wasn't like her words would made sense.
"Something public, or something bad. And of course I'd be careful, you know I don't get caught," the witch drawled out in agreement. "They burned something of mine," the teen explained, a moment later. Leaning back in her chair, the girl rolled her head backwards, neck cracking loudly.
"Something with two parts," the redhead said slowly, tone indicating that she was thinking, "so that they'll think it's over, and then get hit with something else." A moment later the girl bit her lip and let out an exaggerate sigh. Looking into the eyes of her friend, she exclaimed, "I'm idealess! Tell me Zane, what will happen next? The apocalypse? Gryffindors and Slytherins being the best of friends? Me failing a potions exam?" As she continued, Vivianna's voice slowly became more and more hysterical. It was all a joke, of course. Mostly.