Sierra Greingoth was not pleased. First and foremost, she'd been one of the last few to arrive to class, and her blasted log chair had been cut diagonally, rather than straight across, at the top. She kept sliding off and having to catch herself by grinding the heels of her shoes into the ground. She eyed Kurumi Hollingberry, wishing the girl would get up for a split second, so Sierra could steal her log. It looked nice and straight, loads better than the pitiful one Sierra had ended up with.

Secondly, this was yet another class about Muggles. Only this time, it was about Muggle animals rather than Muggle humans. Wasn't this supposed to be Care of Magical Creatures?! The only thing she found half-amusing was Patroclus Hudson's answer about the chicken. Or hen. Or rooster. What it was. She bit her bottom lip and laughed a little just before reaching forward and taking an egg out of the wicker basket.

She turned to the 'marvelous creature' the professor was pointing out, expecting to at least see a clabbert or something. But no--it was a cow. Big deal. She would have preferred a flobberworm at this point. She eyed her brother out of the corner of her eye. What was he so excited about cheese for?! Oh, ...right. He was a Hufflepuff. That just explained everything. Raising her hand, she said, "Cows produce natural fertilizer," she said. It was true. You let one of those things poop in an area, and the grass would be greener than a Christmas tree.