So of course Victoire had heard about her cousin getting into Hufflepuff. She wasn't an outcast, she heard things. And she knew where the girl would go to be alone. It was where everyone in the family went to be alone. And they would all meet up right there, and talk to each other. It was kind of how these things went. Even the Potter family would come here. Usually there was nobody in here during the day, which was why they went there to be alone. A few random students were still in here, just finishing eating. Victoire glided over to her cousin, placing her hands in front of her eyes, a smile flashing over her face.

"Guess who?" she trilled, in a slightly French accent. Her mother was French, and her father was English. It was only natural that she could sound like both. And speak perfectly in both. But anyways, Victoire went around the front of her cousin to sit down. Cherish wasn't looking so happy about making Hufflepuff. "Don't worry about it hun, nobody hates you. Don't you know about the Weasley in Slytherin?" It was true. There was a Weasley in Slytherin. Nobody in the family cared. Afterall, Uncle Harry had named Albus after someone in Slytherin. ALbus Severus Potter. He had supposedly been a great man.

Drumming her nails on the table, she watched the colorful fingers moving. She had just been painting. "So, hows Hufflepuff treating you? Its a great house you know. Lots of friendly people." Victoire crossed her legs, the skirt moving like liquid over her skin. She had her ways of making school uniforms look nice. Many pins were attached to her jacket, faces flashing across them. Bands. They were all of her favorite bands. She was looking around, trying to find all the other Weasleys. And the Potters.