She was glad Alfie had moved. LOVELY. GOODBYE, TRAITOR. Hmph. She still had Serena. And she quickly opened her notebook to scribble a note under the one about getting revenge on Daniel. Thank you for being a good and loyal friend.

HA!

She supposed Professor Schmoe had a point. You didn't want to box yourself in and stuff by only allowing yourself to BE what others thought you were. V just thought sometimes...embracing your bad stuff was a way to STICK IT TO THE MAN! However, HER assumption, the crybaby thing, wasn't really something she wanted to embrace. She reaaaally needed to get a handle on that. Her mother, for sure, would probably be writing her soon about how disappointing it was that she was just crying all the time. Sigh.

SO THIS WAS THE CONNECTION! To the muggles! Ahhh! It all made SENSE. V thought for a moment and listened to some of the other people answer first.

"I think it's important becaaaaaause muggles are people, too, and if you hate an entire group of people you're POTENTIALLY missing out on POTENTIAL HUSBANDS. Or wives." Victoria nodded, knowing in her heart that this was the TRUEST answer of them all. She was like, twelve and all. So she knew things, all right? And one day she would grow up, find a handsome bloke and mARRY HIM unlike what her parents had done - which was have other kids first then sort of live together until accidentally having THREE MORE kids and never actually getting married.

Her family was great! But like...Victoria wanted to be NORMAL when she was an adult. Normal. Married. Kids. Happiness. LIFE. Death.