A smile curled on Sam's lips. It was good to know not all older Slytherin girls were as judgemental as the one she met at the start of the year. Well, so far, at least. She supposed she'd only said four words, but the girl had gestured to sit beside her which was promising.

"'m Sam," she introduced as she slid on to the bench and reached for bowl. "Yeh doin' anyfink interestin'?" She hadn't been so nosy to take a look.