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Well, the jig is up. If her House mates had any doubts about Sadde, they're gone.
...kinda. She's still young enough and androgynous enough that most of them think it's just a matter of changing her hair a bit and maybe some makeup and differently cut robes. It's not a belief that stands a whole lot of scrutiny, but given that most Slytherins give her a fairly wide berth, there's not actually been a whole lot of scrutiny.
She did find the Hufflepuff boy she spooked and tell him about it and offer to help him with his Potions homework. He was quite bewildered and suspicious because Slytherin so he didn't accept her help, but she told him to watch who she hangs out with so that he'd see she's Not Like Other Slytherins, and eventually he agreed, unable to see any way this could be a cunning plot. Which just goes to show that some people really couldn't be Slytherins.
Presently, it's Sunday, and Sadde would really like to talk to a certain Hat, which means she needs to talk to a certain Headmistress, and she suspects the most likely place she'll find her is the Head Table, at one of the meals. Breakfast is the first of those! Is McGonagall there?
"You know, sometimes even I question what I'm even doing in Slytherin."
"Maybe they're just less overtly curious, so no one can guess what they're up to."
She smiles fondly at Miranda. "It's cute when you think other Slytherins are as smart as you."
"Anyway, they don't have to be as smart as me to be up to something and not want to make it really obvious what it is."
"That's true, I suppose. But I don't actually make it really obvious to anyone that's not you guys. Because I like you and I trust you." Is her look at Miranda a bit pointed? Yes, it might be.
"I'm still not telling you what I'm up to. Consider yourself lucky that you get to know that I might be up to something."
Sssooooo dramatic. She sighs dramatically and gazes into the distance.
"If I were nice to you just because even when I had reasons to do otherwise you wouldn't admire me so much, anyway."
She shrugs. "Yeah, I can still complain about it, though, I'm curious. I don't even wanna do anything with the knowledge, but you're, like, dangling it in front of my eyes just out of my reach."
"Well, I can stop mentioning it and pretend I'm very boring, if you prefer."
"Well, the only way for you not to call me mean is if I do just what you want. Isn't that a little mean in itself?"