The Slytherin table was so quiet. Who died?

Jk, JK, lol. People actually died last term. Because war. Yeah. Best not say that aloud.

Serena always had a hunch she'd be a Slytherin. Both her parents were. So had her grandparents (save for her grandmother). Basically, 95% of her blood-line was Slytherin. And now she was OFFICIALLY one.

Stopping at the table, she presented herself to her new housemates. "Hello, I'm Serena Baltazar-Dos Santos." After a wave she took a seat amongst the smaller looking ones. The ones like herself.

She also had not forgotten the sad, teary girl (Victoria) she had spotted in the sea of first years. "This is much better than tissue." She took out a small handkerchief from her robes pocket and offered it to the blue-eyed girl. "Tissue dissolves." Then she'll boogies all over her hand and spread germs around.