“Hi,” Brittany says cheerfully, sliding gracefully onto the bench beside Santana. A few heads nod at her in acknowledgement before dropping back into their own discussions, and one boy even gives her a friendly wave.
Santana smiles. “Hey,” she greets warmly, ignoring the stares of some of the first-years who aren’t used to seeing the houses interact with one another. It was strange getting used to, she has to admit; one yellow-and-black striped uniform in the midst of all the green and silver had thrown everybody for a loop in the beginning, and the teachers had to overcome the urge to constantly come over and check for trouble. But over the years Brittany had become somewhat of a welcome guest at the Slytherin table; it was hard to dislike her, and nobody had the will to face Santana’s wrath anyway.
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