She lowers her head demurely at the absolution and when she looks up at him again it's through the fringe of pale blonde lashes. "I cannot say that I know the full nature of your beliefs- those you were to represent- but if you were to be meek or chaste in such position, it would have been a tragedy to continue."
Victoire breaks into another smile. "Yes, Interesting. That is safe to say. I am from this country, yes, but should be only eight years of age in this time. That too would be a tragedy," she teases. "But this place is familiar and Professor McGonagall nearly so. I knew a woman by her name and appearance though the pasts of the one I knew and the one here are different."
*snorts and pats* His Excellency shouldn't thwack too hard for fear of making said scribe recalcitrant. ;)