"Hufflepuff"
Mkichaa harrumphed, unimpressed. She expected this woman, whoever she was, to have either have been in Gryffindor or Hufflepuff. There was no way that Salazar Slytherin would've accepted HER in his House. She watched as Jez slowly made her way out of the shadows, as if expecting something to jump out of the darkness and try to eat her or something. Then again, it could happen. From the short time she'd been here, it was clear that this Hogwarts was far more dangerous than ever before.
"Name's Jez. And you're Slytherin, yeah?"
Mkichaa couldn't help herself. The pride she had in being a student in Slytherin House was still there and she drew herself up tall.
"Yeah. I'm Mkichaa. If I see that stupid Hat again I'll reduce it to ash. Who knew a piece of clothing could be so irritating."