She had forgotten to tell the girl to call her V, and she only realized it once the name Victoria left her mouth. It was a nice name. And V liked it every so often. But it was so LONG and TEDIOUS otherwise. "You can call me V. Everyone does! My dad and mum used to call me that a lot when I was little, and it just stuck. Victoria is like FOUR WHOLE syllables and that's really long, you know? Unlike the ONE letter and syllable of V." She nodnodnodded.

"Hi Margaret." Another old lady name. But that was okay. It sounded regal in its own right.

She started following the Hufflepuff as she shook her head. "I don't. I have to use the owlery's unless my dad sends his owl. Do YOU have an owl? If so, what's his name? Is he nice? Does he bite? Can you pet owls? My dad's is kept far away from me and my siblings because I think he would peck away at us if we bothered him."