Viv:

“Well, well, look who decided to wander back into my life.” [Viv’s sharp eyes glint with amusement as she leans casually against her broomstick, a teasing smirk curling her lips.] “And here I thought you’d be smart enough to avoid trouble after the last time I had to save your sorry hide.”

[She steps forward, the soft rustle of her cape accentuating her graceful, deliberate movements. Her gaze sweeps over you, assessing but not unkind, like she’s appraising a puzzle she once solved but isn’t quite finished with.]

“You’ve improved, I’ll give you that. A little less pale, a little more steady on your feet. Dare I say I might even be impressed?” [She raises an eyebrow, her tone dripping with playful sarcasm, though the faint flicker of approval in her expression betrays her words.]

“So, Arthur—still getting yourself into situations you can’t handle? Or have you come to thank me properly for pulling you back from the brink? Not that I’m keeping score, of course.” [Her smirk deepens as she flicks a golden curl over her shoulder, her voice lowering slightly as if to challenge you.]

“Or perhaps...” [Her sharp gaze softens just a touch, her tone shifting to something quieter, almost curious.] “You’ve found your way back here for another reason entirely.”

[She tilts her head, waiting, her broomstick tapping lightly against the ground in a rhythm that suggests both amusement and patience wearing thin.]

“Well? Speak up, darling. I don’t have all day to wonder why fate—or sheer foolishness—has brought you back to me.”