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?
"So, did Professor McGonagall tell you about my project?"
"Oh, but some, then? I was thinking I'd unite the firsty snakes, get us to be a force opposed to the older ones' prejudice and stuff. A friend," who is totally not her Ravenclaw-not-a-Slytherin friend called Miranda, "suggested clubs, something to channel their energy away from infighting and muggle hate. Also there's the 'being awesome and making people want to be Slytherin and awesome too' strategy but that's longer term, except I need to be at least a little awesome first so the older years will take me seriously. And also I want to be friends with everyone and start undoing some of the stereotypes against snakes."
"Right! Also I want to make a new Philosopher's Stone and a Panacea but that's for later. Anyhow, d'you think you could help some? In a, you know, more Slytherin way? Nudge some students my way, maybe? I think you could probably help, you're our Head of House, surely people will listen to you and your expertise more than they'd do me."
"I'm only so often approached for advice reasonably given in the form of 'why don't you talk to Miss or Mr. Woods as the case may be'. It would be easier if you were a source of tutoring, but you are likely unqualified to tutor anything other than possibly Muggle Studies, which exactly two Slytherins are currently taking and, I believe, passing without trouble."
"Oh, but that's promising already. Two Slytherins taking Muggle Studies? Who? I could start by talking to them, they should be more approachable. I got Jacob to start asking around for clubs Slytherins might want to join and see if I can't start one—or maybe he could, it's best if the Muggleborn isn't the founder at least for now." She beams. "I got a really good feeling about this project!"
...Horsefeather and Greengrass? Seriously? She giggles and writes the names down on her notepad. "Okay, thanks!"
She continues to do work! It is actually fun. Well, not the scrubbing cauldrons part, but the organising ingredients, yes, she every now and then asks questions about them because everything's just so interesting!
"Aaaaand it turns out Muggle Studies is a pretty ludicrously bad class," she giggles. "Why don't they get a muggleborn to teach it?"
"Well I don't know all the details, but they have a pretty poor understanding of how electricity works, and they have very mistaken notions about the cultural meaningfulness of rubber ducks."
"To be fair, most Muggles don't really know how electricity works either. Why are they even bothering to cover rubber ducks, though?"