'Fainting people, and auror. Do wonders never cease.' "I think this is going to be an interesting school year Isaak." She watched the first years be sorted, as Ester ran back and forth under her feet. She would enter a play crouch, and attempt to pin the Ferret gently. She stopped her contemplation of the school year, and wagged her transfigured tail excitedly at the prospect of food. She started singing softly "Foooood oooooh glorioooous fooood." She had heard that song on some muggle movie. On her summer breaks she lived more as a muggle than a witch for her mother's sake. The muggle charade also saved her from answering her mother's ten million questions about magic. 

She looked down at all the food, and began grabbing at it in a most unseemly way. She tore into chicken, she moved onto the potatoes with gusto. The only thing that could make her seem more wolf like at the moment would be snarling, and not using silverware. If Hermione Weasely saw her I am sure she would be reminded of her husband. Verlin somehow doubted she were looking at this table. She figured the headmistress probably felt ill about Slytherin's like everyone else.