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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?
"Did you get much of anywhere with Cole and Astoria besides noting the poor quality of the Muggle Studies class?"
Sadde was watching the whole exchange with a smirk, but then says, "Oh, yeah. Astoria was only in it for the easy credits, and Cole pretended that was true of himself as well but he was actually really curious about how people deal without magic. I think there's some parents stuff going on there."
"Yeah, like, blood purism run in families I guess? So when I offered to talk to him without any witnesses he scoffed but then did show up. He's actually pretty nice, he's the one who told me—well, asked me about rubber ducks. Astoria was more flippant, but she didn't act disgusted by my very existence, and she thought Arens was a twat and I felt really really tempted to sow some discord there but I actually defended him! ...in a, you know, 'oh poor thing he doesn't know better' condescending kind of way but still it could have been much worse and I think I deserve a cookie for my self restraint!"
Karen grabs the most similar thing within arm's reach to a cookie (it's a frosted madeleine) and hands it over.
"Nope! I am the Underground Queen Firsty! Pulling strings aboveground, only a select trusted few know the extent of my influence, everything's under my control, mwa ha ha." She grins.
"You should be! And when your mysterious ambitions bear fruit and you take over the world you'll have all these nifty little connections and this web of influence via me!"
"It's... fine in theory, but I'm an introvert and don't like hanging out with people I don't really like, and I don't really like most people."
"You'd be differently interesting and possibly in a more focused way. But if that was all you changed and you didn't replace your irrepressibility with anything else you'd probably have a lot of time allocated for doing literally nothing, which would admittedly be dull."
"Yeah! And I think it's fun to be irrepressible. You should try it sometime." She shakes her head. "Anyway, why do you not really like a lot of people?"