Blonde, Beautiful, and Ravenclaw:
Prompt: Flat
Victoire paced back and forth, looking around the living space. She wandered over to the fireplace, looking inside of it. She let out a sigh, standing up and wandering over to the kitchen. It was small, but perfect for one person. This whole place was.
"Well? What do you think, Ms. Weasley?" The witch realtor who was with her, asked.
Victoire turned around, grinning at the woman behind her. There was no wonders. It was tiny, sure. It smelled like death in there, there were a million other little things wrong with it. The hard wood floor running about from room to room squeaked when you walked on it. The door to the bedroom looked like it was going to fall off. A sensible person wouldn't want to rent the small flat.
Of course a sensible person would also have a lot more money than a recent Hogwarts graduate. They would afford a place where there wasn't a draft from the window. Or where the floor in the living room wasn't stick in certain areas.
The blonde knew her mother would flip, looking at the state it was in. "I love it." She said, grinning at the woman. She let out a nervous sigh. It looked like this was it. This would be the place where she would live. Her first home away from her family. Making her own way in the world, finally. She couldn't have been more excited.
"I'll take it."