As Siobhan and Desiree entered the Great Hall for the sorting ceremony, Desiree broke away from her friend and walked up the opposite side of the Slytherin table.  She spoke to a few of her friends as she made her way to the head of the table, where she would join with Siobhan and sit while the ceremony was under way.  The head of the table was generally reserved for prefects and head boy/girl, but Desiree had pressed for Quidditch captains to be included in the list, and while initially the privilege was denied, she just sat there anyway until everyone got tired of telling her that she wasn't allowed to sit there anymore.<br/><br/>Desiree spoke with the members of her house, focusing mostly on the Quidditch team.  Everyone wanted to know her strategy for the year.  Her answer was "Cheat 'till we win or get kicked off of the field".  The other members of the team didn't mind the cheating, and definitely preferred winning to losing, but hitting bludgers at their opponents or throwing the quaffle at someone's face had its own charm.  God awful thing about the Snitch, though.  She hadn't figured out how to injure someone with it, yet.  Not that she cared.  She wasn't a Seeker, she was a Chaser, which led to a few jokes about how she liked the "big balls".  Desiree hadn't played Quidditch in months though, and she was only captain of the team for one reason.  She could see things unfolding on the field and guide the other members of the team into an attack or defense.<br/><br/>Desiree played "social butterfly" until she reached the head of the Slytherin table.  Satisfied that everyone had seen her, she sat, crossed her legs, and smoothed her skirt.  She was a picture of grace, charm, and etiquette, but only a fool would believe it.  She had more than enough mischief up her sleeve to go around.