Vivianna stood outside the gate with foot tapping and drink in hand. The plane holding her fellow teenagers was supposed to have landed fifteen minutes ago, and had yet to land. Shifting in her seat and taking yet another sip from the foam cup she held, the Slytherin let out a long sigh.
Honestly! There was a reason why the redhead had been steadfast in her decision to take a magical form of transport. Of course, no one else had been smart enough to follow her lead. Not even Zane had listened to her words of wisdom, and he really aught to have learned better by then.
The girl'd had little to do during this time of waiting. At first she'd worked a bit on her potions notes, until the time came that she could do no more without a caldron in front of her. Then she'd pulled out her Transfiguration summer assignment, before quickly becoming frustrated. Then, she'd come up with a rather obvious way she'd enjoy to pass the time. Plotting.
She'd plotted against Reid, she'd plotted against Zane, she'd plotted against Addie, and Percy, and that annoying little Gryffindor second-year that said the dumbest things. It was only when Vivianna had found herself plotting against Bertie, that the girl had realized that she'd perhaps gone a step or three too far.
Glancing down, the female frowned with the realization that she was almost through her eighth cup of coffee. Letting out a dramatic sigh that rivaled her last, the witch allowed her eyes to drift back to the clock once more.