Well. She doesn't have to take her House seriously. She determines quickly that her year mates are- not ideal, but at least mostly tolerable; older students are to be avoided. Carefully. She stays out of their way, and they ignore her. She approves of this setup all around.
Her first day does not get off to a good start. Binns is still teaching History of Magic (and how long has he been doing that? Alli's pretty sure her grandparents were in his class) and she cannot for the life of her summon the energy to care. He's not teaching her anything witches don't learn around the age they learn to talk, not yet. She slumps on her desk and ignores him. He ignores her right back. Small blessings, she supposes.
She arrives in Charms class not terribly optimistic. Ravenclaws are smart, they want to be good at everything. Sharing a class with them is not hardly going to make her look good. Oh well. Maybe there will be Ravenclaws who are more bearable than her housemates, that would at least improve her day.
She tromps over to a desk and slouches down to wait for class to start. Her books are in something of a careless pile, but they are at least all present (unlike a couple of the other Slytherins). The others do not quite avoid her, but there's a good number of empty desks near her. She hasn't bothered to join any of the budding cliques, and they don't really know what to do with her.
And really, that would be valuable information in case she's later contemplating telling anyone why and how she's a Ravenclaw.
The school is ancient and there's only been the one war. Maybe nice Slytherins are hard, but tolerable ones- clearly existed, before if not now.
"I could introduce you both later," says Miranda. "I'm just thinking about it now because I'm pretty sure she's the one who made fireworks spell 'Happy Birthday" outside the Ravenclaw dormitory when I went out."
Miranda attempts to wave her over. She likes Alli, but an entire table of Slytherins might be a bit much.
My. What a completely innocent question.
"Somebody," says Miranda, "greeted me with friendly fireworks when I walked out of my common room this morning. And I have gotten books, and will probably get more things from Renée's owl sometime today. It's a good birthday!"
"Well, that was very nice of somebody," Alli says innocently. "I'm glad it's been good!" She laughs. "Complete with new books. Ravenclaw." She sticks her tongue out, then returns to normal. (For her.) "So, who're the ducklings? Hi, I'm Alli."
Unsurprisingly, this question is followed by the presence of a duck bill.
"You're following Mama Duck here, of course," Alli says, waving at Miranda. "Also, you're a Metamorphmagus, wicked! Miranda, you have the coolest friends. (Like me, obviously.)" She eyes Emma. "You're probably a Special Snowflake too, yeah? Overpowered wands and shapeshifting and... what?"
Alli being a Slytherin is, strangely, making Emma less shy; she's less paralyzed by what if I get something wrong, what will they think.
Jenny beams at the praise. She dismisses the bill- they're rather awkward in her vision- but turns her hair a rather glittery shade of silver. Snowflake!
"Hi sunshine, where'd you sprout from?" Alli says with a smile. "You get the 'infinitely better at classes than Alli' Snowflake." She rolls her eyes at herself. "No escaping textbooks or misbehaving feathers for you!"
"You haven't thrown anything into a ceiling," Alli points out loftily. "However! It is Miranda's birthday and so she is the specialest anyway."
"I'm starving. Do you think we'll be in trouble if we sit together? There's room..."
"I'm in!" Jenny agrees. "The other Hufflepuffs always tell us to hang out with our friends, anyway." She looks at Alli uncertainly. "But, er..."
"Ask me if I care what my housemates think," Alli snorts. "The older kids might be mean about it, but I have a few more weeks to play the Stupid First Year card, so they'll just lecture me and I'll ignore them and we'll all go our merry ways."