[That's fine, it gives me an opportunity to see your level of expertise in RP, you're good]
Victoria drank her tea, in peacefulness. She was in her dormitory, away from the noise and chaos that was the great hall. She'd often sit alone in silence at dinner, it was the only time she could be calm, and it gave her chances to ponder over her day. She had a white rose on her lap, simply the most beautiful flower in her opinion and it smelt like heaven. She hummed 'You are my sunshine' by her favourite muggle artist, Willie Nelson. She was content, and happy. That was until she heard a rumbling sound that was particularly familiar, kids eating dinner were starting to move around, this usually happened at the time dessert evaporated into thin air and children started to move, to come back to their respective common rooms, and some would try to figure out other houses passwords.
She looked out of the window, and it showed the grounds and the lake. This was one of the places she loved. She got up dusting off the petals which were now clinging to her dress, this was her last year at hogwarts, unless she purposely flunked, which was not an option for her. If she was to become the youngest Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and Animals, it would be amazing. And she couldn't waste any time at all. She had asked for apprenticeships at the ministry of magic, but been denied those opportunities due to being so young.
She left her common room, and through the portrait of the bear, which was hard, considering the flood of fellow Hufflepuffs trying to get into the common room. She walked onto the grass, which was next to the lake, and saw two boys engaging in a duel, "Stupefy" she heard someone yell, and the other boy yelled "Protego" in return. Then they had a fist fight, well not really. She wouldn't consider a boy running at someone with a clenched fist and the opponent blocking the fist with his own hand a fist fight. She knew she should've helped them, but the boy seemed to have it handled. He was a Gryffindor if she was not mistaken.
She didn't mind Gryffindor's, especially cute ones like this boy, hopefully he wasn't a complete tool. The Slytherin boy cowered, and ran back to the castle, plus the boy was a good dueller, so, he ticked all 3 boxes. She went up to him, twisted a strand of her hair on her index finger. "Mind if i sit down?".