((OOC: Ah! Sorry this took so long!))
Vivianna had spent the evening meal of a certain Thursday rather preoccupied. Not that she usually spent the last meal of the day chattering away with everyone within talking distance, but if one cared to look, it would be noticeable that she spent a little more time inside her own head than usual. To be fair, this wasn't that uncommon of an occurrence. The girl often spent meals lost in thought if she came up with a new idea for a potion, or if she'd just had a run-in with a certain Dixon.
However, on this particular day, her dinner-time thoughts concentrated on one basic topic. A note.
Thursday evening. Half past six. After Dinner. Potions classroom.
That was all the note had said. Just to make the matter even worse for Vivianna, she recognized the handwriting. She knew that quillmanship from somewhere. The only problem was, she couldn't quite pinpoint where. The uncertainty was killing her.
Vivianna was one of the first Slytherins to leave the house table towards the end of the feast. While the Great Hall technically hosted dinner until around seven on Thursdays, it was rare that many students stayed until then. However, few students ever left the evening meal before six thirty. Not wanting to draw attention to herself, the female left along with the group of her housemates whom exited the hall at exactly half past six.
Standing outside the Potions classroom two short minutes later, Vivianna gently pushed the door open with her index and middle fingers. Stepping through the door, the girl could have slapped herself upon realizing exactly whom was in the room with her. Romeo, of course.
Lifting an unimpressed eyebrow, the female shot the Zabini a crooked grin. "The cryptic note-writer fancies himself a Professor," Vivianna teased. Taking in the two caldrons that sat in front of the largest desk, the Slytherin let out a resigned sigh. "I always knew you'd just end up using me for my Potions genius," the redhead announced, mostly joking.
The relationship between herself and Romeo was a complicated one. Not nearly as complex as a fair amount of her relationships, but far from simple all the same. They were friends, by standard definition. The two weren't all that close, but enjoyed the other's presence well enough. One of the reasons their relationship was so unusual, was because Romeo was something of a ladies man. Due to this, Romeo often flirted with her. For Vivianna, allowing someone like Romeo to casually do that without throwing something nasty in their pumpkin juice wasn't an occurrence that often happened. The witch also had her suspicions that the younger student didn't exactly have many female friends. Females that he was just friends with, that is.
Grabbing a chair from a student desk and dragging it to right by the caldrons, Vivianna sat down. Examining Romeo's high-quality caldron; the Slytherin gave it a mental mark of approval, despite that fact that the added gold could be slightly impractical for certain brews.
"So," the witch said, nose wrinkling at the state of the school's caldron, "what do you need my clearly superior brain for?"