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[VIVIANA CAMELIA LESTOAT]

Slipping out of the way gracefully as a pair of lower classmen dashed past Viviana looked after them with a soft smile perching on her lips. It was always amusing for her that children could hold such a lively wonderment to things, like innocence was still tangible in this world despite all the horrors that came with it. Plenty had been going on, the wicked never rested it seemed, and yet there was that one thing that couldn’t be sullied by all the torment and negativity- hope. Seeing them running and laughing, Viviana was reminded of that. She wondered if those dark forces stirring had any clue just how powerful a thing like that was. It shouldn’t have been something that particularly concerned her and in fact, it didn’t hold much interest with her, however, the notion of how it could be dissected, the intellect behind both sides’ methods and trails did intrigue.

Vivi was a neutral party. Her concerned laid solely with herself and her family, be it those she was related to or those she had adopted into her heart, such as Aaliyah, to those that she was bonded to for the simple commonality that they were vampires as well. Even though she was only half, born as such, it was still something that Viviana automatically gave others the benefit of the doubt for. It did not escape her as to how hypocritical it was to offer solidarity to vampires while harboring ill feelings toward humans, and an instinctual hatred toward werewolves, however in her wisdom Vivi had come to understand a simple truth to things. Emotions were not logic and if logic was put on the sidelines then hypocrisy was not something of issue either because, at its core, hypocrisy was an epitome of illogical behavior.

The outdoors had always been something that could suit her fancy regardless of the weather. It was true that the sun wasn’t very favorable to her skin, it made it tingle unpleasantly, however, Viviana didn’t mind a bit of self-sacrificing in order to enjoy a fine Spring day when it so kindly presented itself. Her leisurely stroll had already led her by the Quidditch pitch, where one of the teams had been hard at work practicing, though it had sounded like they were winding down for the day, as well as along the forest’s border, a place which both frightened and called to her. Moving down along the naturally craved path that ran past the game keeper’s cabin she could smell the smoke billowing from the chimney before she could see it. She found the place quaint, like something you would see in a muggle children’s fairy tale. Footsteps were approaching from behind her, though Viviana paid them no mind.