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if the fortune fits

Summary:

“She’s the only Slytherin who hasn’t gone home for the holidays,” Sansa insists. Then, lowering her voice to a whisper, she adds, “The Targaryen girl.”

Notes:

If anyone cares, when it comes to a Hogwarts AU I firmly believe Dany would be a Gryffindor. Also, I'm not dead set on a house for Sansa, but Gryffindor would so not be my pick. For the purposes of this fic, however, it was simpler to bend the self-made rules of my headcanons, so here we are.

A belated merry Christmas to anyone who celebrates, and a happy new year to all!

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“Is she in your grade?”

Distractedly, Robb hums in confusion as he slaps a hand against his chest, skillfully capturing the Chocolate Frog that leapt across the table onto him before shoving it into his mouth. The action is swiftly met with a kick under the table, delivered by Jon for good measure as he keeps examining his latest collectible card.

Sitting at breakfast with her siblings is routine for Sansa. That might have changed, of course, had the Sorting Hat announced a different house than Gryffindor while perched atop her head four months ago, but it hadn’t. And since yesterday, whenever she walks into the Great Hall, there is only one table to sit at anyway instead of the usual four. The reduced student body in their casual clothes and the atypical seating chart mark the only visual clues to the holidays. Excluding the festive decorations, naturally.

Sansa’s brothers might be familiar company, but the fact remains not everyone is.

“She’s the only Slytherin who hasn’t gone home for the holidays,” Sansa insists. Then, lowering her voice to a whisper, she adds, “The Targaryen girl.”

Sansa steals a glance to the other end of the table where the girl in question sits, her silver blonde hair easy to spot in any crowd, much less a handful of people — but whips her head around in a movement nearly painful when Robb replies, “How do you know?” Thankfully he doesn’t wait for an answer. “She’s a grade below, actually. Second year.”

Making her a grade above mine, Sansa thinks, taking a careful sip of her pumpkin juice. A year is hardly a gap to overcome between friends.

Her house might be, a voice inside her counters, but Sansa sets that thought aside. Slytherin’s tarnished reputation lingers still, but what did her parents fight for in the war if not to rise against prejudice? Besides, it’s Christmas Eve. For all that Sansa loves Hogwarts, she would have rather been at home, but a letter came three days ago informing them of a last minute change of plans. Sansa cannot guess at the reason why Daenerys also stayed behind, but won’t waste the opportunity it presents. We all need some extra holiday cheer this year, she decides.

After breakfast she takes Jon aside for crucial indications to the kitchens, where Samwell the house-elf eagerly assists her in her task. That evening Sansa lays awake in bed past her usual time, excitement mixed with nervousness keeping her up till past midnight somehow.

 

 

A package sits on the side table nearest the twinkling tree when Daenerys steps out of her bedroom and into the lonesome common room on Christmas morning, catching her eye.

To: Daenerys Targaryen

Your braids are very pretty and remind me of snowflakes when you twist them together, so I tried to make the icing look like snowflakes too. If you like to bake, we could make more together soon?

Happy holidays!

From: your future friend Sansa Stark

P.S.: I wasn’t sure if you’re allergic to anything, but these are all nut-free just in case :)

Yesterday, she came across a trio of Ravenclaws reading each other’s tea leaves, and joined in. According to her dregs, someone would both consider and prevent her death today.

Taking a bite off a cookie, Daenerys entertains the possibility that her fate rests in Sansa Stark’s capable hands.