((OOC: Sorry for the late reply. Viv is being difficult.))
Vivianna chuckled a little at the man's question. It wasn't like she was going to admit to all her problems just because he had asked, but the extent to which he appeared unfazed was nice. A little impressive, really. The redhead hadn't been expecting that.
"Far too many to share, dear sir," the teenager admitted wryly. Even if the girl had wanted to tell the man of all the problems, Vivianna wouldn't know where to start.
There was her father, bastard that he was, and her mother who had been wasting away for years. The redhead wouldn't be surprised if she received a letter informing the girl of her mother's death before the school year was up. Then there was the family that actually raised her, which she would love until the day she died but would never fit in with. Being the only human in a house of four vampires had not been easy, and while she was glad not to thirst for blood, Vivianna could only wonder how different her life would be if she did.
Blood family aside, there was Bertie, who had died only to turn up later very much alive. Those months had torn the witch to shreds, and the sight of the Ravenclaw's unmoving body still appeared in her nightmares, even now. And then, of course, there was what any decent counselor would probably consider the biggest problem of all. Her addiction. She'd stopped drinking the vials, a few months back, something the Slytherin was infinitely proud of even if she had to keep it completely to herself. The potion, after all these years, didn't want to release it's hold on her so easily, however. While the shakes, tremors, inability to sleep, and tendency for her food to come back up only minutes after consuming it, were all long gone, other things remained. Well, one thing, really. Vivianna still craved it. She'd destroyed all her bottles, and locked away all her notes someplace where she wouldn't be able to get them until she had to leave Hogwarts for good. Still, Vivianna could brew her drug of choice in her sleep, and even now had to step out of the potions labs on occasion to prevent herself from brewing what her mind was convinced she needed.
The NEWT student had always had very strong wills, but fighting against her own mind and body was something completely uncharted. Some days, Vivianna could have sworn it was killing her.
As if all that hadn't been enough, there was Reid. The teenager allowed her eyes to trace the man before her, taking in everything she possibly could from only a glance. If the redhead could speak about anything, it would be the other teenager. After all, a teenage girl going to a counselor about the guy she loved certainly wouldn't be rare. Hell, it was practically expected.
"There's this guy," Vivianna started, before snorting, "I may or may not be in love with the bloody b@stard." There was a short pause, where the teenager cocked her head to the side, before continuing to speak, "Good Merlin, I'm shutting up now, I'm starting to sound like my dormmates."
"There is something I wouldn't frown on getting advice about," Vivianna admitted with a bit of a sneer a short time later, "my cat keeps eating other people's pets, you would happen to have any useful tips for that, would you?"