With most of her attention on the Slytherin table and only some of it on the Hufflepuff table, Sierra Greingoth made her way into the Great Hall and toward her own house table. She really ought to tell her brother goodbye. After all, this was the first time in twelve years they'd lived in different houses. When they left here today, they probably wouldn't see one another for quite some time.

...and she doubted seriously that she'd sit with him on the train. After all, he was the height of a small mountain troll, and really--who wanted to be seen with one of those?!

As she edged into a seat at the Slytherin table, she happened to notice a boy out of the corner of her eye. He was carrying a sock, of all things, and playing with his food. She'd actually never seen him around and was nearly sure he was a Hufflepuff. She hadn't gotten a good look at him, of course, as she was trying not to stare, so she really had no idea what color robes he had on.