If Victoria had had to choose a single person in the entire school, or perhaps even the entire British Isles, that she didn't want to speak to, it was undoubtedly Gabriel Saporta. So of course, he was the person who had found her here.
She set the book she'd been pulling out back on the shelf and turned to regard Gabe with a sharp smile. "Of course. I set the entire business up for the purpose of enabling your wordplay,: she told him coolly. Her wand fell out of her sleeve and into her hand, where she popped up a privacy charm so strong it almost buzzed. It might well bring William running (at least until he saw who it was, in which case he was smart enough to keep out of it), but it would also keep any little pitchers with big ears from listening in to whatever was about to follow. Gabe might not know that one rule of Slytherins under attack was wands face outwards, but Victoria did. As long as Gabe was head of house, it was her duty to keep him from making too much of a fool of himself.