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Anna Banana
Just then, the door opened and Lafay herself looked out. At least there were tons of students before her in line, so Sierra still had a little while, thankfully, to figure out her so-called best approach.
That was, until, Lafay suddenly began addressing each and every student out in the corridor, Sierra included. Sure, she'd been unfortunately grouped in with her Puffer of a brother, but there was no doubt she was the only Miss Greingoth out here.
Well, there was no turning back now, was there? She couldn't necessarily run off now that her name had been called. Her eyes flickered from Lafay to the people she'd been talking with then back again. Shrugging slightly, she moved forward and toward the direction of the office.
She absolutely hated waiting in line, and if she had no other choice at this point than to just enter the office, she definitely didn't want to be last!
Once in the office, the very first thing Sierra noticed was the uncomfortable looking chair just in the front of the desk. She wouldn't be sitting there, of course. She be
nice and save it for the girl who'd called her a
sweetie out in the corridor a few minutes ago. Standing would be alright for now. After all, she didn't plan to stay for
hours.
...she didn't even know, exactly, what she planned to do at all. She had absolutely no reason for being in here right now, but she wouldn't dare admit that to her Head-of-House.
"Hello, Professor Lafay. I came by to properly introduce myself, as my father seems to think a lot of you and has had quite a few good things to say," she greeted. It was hard to say a line like that without it seeming as a near suck-up, but Alexander Greingoth
did sincerely seem to like this woman.
Even if, for reasons Sierra couldn't even imagine, the woman apparently had a
thing for Hufflepuffs. Tournament Boy had just said so, at least.
"I'm Sierra Greingoth, first year Slytherin," she continued.
"I've just written my father and informed him of mine and Alex's sorting results." She drew in a small sigh and added,
"I'm sure he'll be pleased with...mine, least." Yeah. She
still hadn't gotten over the fact that her own twin brother was now a genuine Puffer Boy.