"And you chose this House." He sounded sceptical.
"It seemed appropriate."
"Appropriate to what?"
"My future... ambitions." And you can make of that, she added mentally, whatever you like.
The Head's brows lifted, but he did not look displeased. "I see. Well, then, welcome to Slytherin, Miss Moody."
She took his hand in hers, feeling the shape of it, the calluses and bones.
"Thank you, Professor Snape."