Her father had definitely been right about Hecate Lafay. She was Slytherin right down to the core--and tough as nails, too! He hadn't said anything about that last part, but in the two or so minutes Sierra had known her Head of House, she'd pretty much decided that she wouldn't be becoming the favorite anytime soon. Or maybe even any millennium soon.

Suddenly, when it came to Hecate Lafay, Sierra really only had one goal in mind--try and stay on her good side, at least a little bit. Nodding a few times in reply to what Lafay had said, Sierra just turned around in her seat to resume all other conversations. Maybe she shouldn't try speaking to Lafay again until she had a better idea on how to handle her.

Funny, but her father had said he'd handled her pretty easily. Bahh.



Just as she turned around, Sierra found that Marie had caught on to the fact that dog, whatever his real name was, had previously been at their table. Maybe he was still here, for all Sierra knew. Her eyes flickered down the table, but she didn't see the boy anywhere. Maybe Evelyn and Marie really had run him off.

It was just as well, though. Sierra was still weirded out over the fact that some random person had just walked up to her and proclaimed that her mother would make a great Minister of Magic. Of course she really would, and it'd be pretty awesome to have a mum in that sort of position, but it was weird hearing it from someone you didn't even know.

Sierra nodded in reply, suddenly finding herself wishing dog boy would come along again just so she could sit back and watch what Evelyn and Marie would do to him. "So, anyone else I should look out for?" she asked, thinking it was likely that if Evelyn and Marie knew of one dog, they knew of them all. She paused for a second then added, "There was a food fight in Defense Against the Dark Arts?" Ha--awesome! Maybe the fact that she'd used a sugar quill for protection in Sugarplum's wasn't such a bad thing to do after all. Food fights in class! Ahh, the Hufflepuffs she could pelt!

"Yeah, but dogs carry fleas and rabies, too," Sierra pointed out, remarking on what Evelyn had said about giving dog boy another name. "So I wouldn't count the nickname out just yet. Rat seems like a good substitute, though."

Laughing, Sierra said, "My baking skills aren't that good either." Sure, she'd helped her mum out around the house a few times, but there was no way she could make and decorate a cookie in the shape of the Slytherin house crest. The cookie almost looked too goo to eat, so Sierra decided to pocket it and save it for later. She smiled at Salamander in appreciation before turning back to Evan.

Ohh, yeah, what Evan was saying did make sense, even though Sierra would have really liked for him to finish his first sentence. She had a feeling he'd started to say so much more than he was letting on now. "Oh, really? What kinds of things do you work with once you grow up and advance in magic?" she asked. Of course she'd seen her parents and older sister do advanced magic, but she really wanted to know if they'd be learning any of it here at Hogwarts. Maybe in sixth or seventh year, she guessed.

Evan seemed a little too enthusiastic about Muggle Studies class. Or maybe he just loved football? Hmm, that was a likely story, considering he was a guy. "Football...and cooking. Hmm," she commented, reluctant to say much else. She'd likely give the class a try, but she wasn't too sure how she'd feel about it until she actually got there. "I'll keep that in mind. Thanks."