Lilith wasn't stupid. She knew what the teachers liked. They liked suck-ups, but only a certain type of suck-up. You had to suck up without looking like you were sucking up. It was a fine line to tread, but she felt she was woman enough to walk it.
That's why she was in the Entrance Hall this morning, conforming to uniform code completely for once; even her skirt was regulation length. And she had a poster with her. Not one of those lame flyers, like Alice Longbottom had tried to get everyone fired up with last year (yeah, she knew she hated to be called Alice - that's why she did it, even in her head). It was a proper poster. With pretty illustrations and everything.
Peer Support Group
Are you tired of being misunderstood? Of not understanding the ins and outs of magical society? Do you lack magical privilege?
Peer Support might be for you!
Much as the idea of being near muggleborns at all, let alone muggleborns en masse, disgusted her, Lilith was no Pavo Hitchens. He could curse individuals all he liked, and see how long it took him to come up with a solution to the whole muggle problem. She, meanwhile, would be over here luring them into a false sense of security.