Sierra absentmindedly twirled a lock of her hair as she glanced casually around the table. This conversation going on between Bissy and Evelyn was too good to miss, and then the conversation between Evelyn and Destiny wasn't half bad either.
...but wait. Bissy dated
Josh Carter, as well?! Josh annoyed Sierra, although she wasn't exactly sure why. All she knew was that when Professor Lafay had accepted his gifts last term, only to burn them a second later right in front of his face, it'd given her a satisfaction she honestly didn't think she'd ever forget.
He'd called her
Poisonous Princess that day, too...
It was almost a pity they'd ended on a bad note. He was the boyfriend of one of her friends, she thought, so she should probably at least make an effort. Then somewhere in the middle of the conversation, Bissy was asking her about Hogsmeade again, and so Sierra blinked and tried to refocus on that instead.
"Mmm," she mumbled.
"Yeah, it's nice." Not much else to say on that note, though. Hogsmeade talk seemed to be lost, anyway, in the middle of all the drama concerning Josh.
...and returning last names. Content to remain like a snake in the grass as she watched the drama unfold right in front of her eyes, Sierra remained quiet. She kept an eye on the three of them, though, as she turned her attention back to
Hollingberry.
"I'd prefer," she wanted to say,
"that you didn't address me at all." Instead, she settled for an intense glare. Was this one of those 'kill them with kindness' moments? It had taken Sierra somewhat by surprise, and so she found herself at a loss of words for just a few seconds.
"Sierra is just fine," she finally said, although she made no promises on her part to use the name Kurumi.
"What sort of ingredients are in your cookies?" she asked, in a snarky sort of way. She'd been
considering trying one since last term, but anyone who could design cookies that well just had to be an expert on the ingredients that went in them. How could she be so sure they weren't
poisoned?
"So you've heard," Sierra commented, a little surprised that the news had traveled so fast. He'd only been in the position for--what? A few days at the most? He'd dropped Sierra off at the train station on his second day, so it couldn't have been longer than three or four days.
"He seemed to be happy about it." Shrugging, she added,
"I wouldn't really know, though, since I'm here now."
She missed her father. She'd grown a lot closer to him over the summer, what with him being the only family member around. At least he lived within walking distance from the castle. An awkward silence settled around them, and she realized they were both searching for something to say. Had the divorce really done this to them?
"Of course I am," she answered.
"I'm Alexander Greingoth's daughter, aren't I?" She gave him a small smile on that note. He was Alexander Greingoth's offspring, too, but they pretty both knew he didn't take after his father--at all, really.
Oh, ...lovely. So she just randomly appeared like someone who was just
screaming for a new friend? She doubted that, but whatever. This kid was a first year anyway--he was likely dazed and confused.
"I see," she remarked,
"and what was it about me that made it seem that way?"
She narrowed her eyes in suspicion and confusion. If he hadn't known her name, then how had he known to associate her with the Greingoth man at the Ministry of Magic?
"I thought you said you didn't know my name," she commented.
"...but yes, I'm Alexander Greingoth's daughter."
Somewhere in the middle of all the chaos at the Slytherin table, Sierra happened to once again catch the eye of Lulu Patterson. She passed the girl a small smirk as she listened to the conversation going on between her brother and the third year girl. Funny how the word
Puffer still hadn't lost it's spark...
Sierra winced as yet another loud and obnoxious Puffer joined their table. What was it with
the lot of them thinking they had a place at the Slytherin house table? She rolled her eyes at the girl but otherwise said nothing in reply to her greeting.
Pretty?
Her eyebrows slightly wrinkled on that note. Only Evan, the most Hufflepuff of the Slytherins, would use a word like pretty to describe his summer. She started to ask him more about that, but then he got distracted with something going on over at the Gryffindor table. She followed his gaze but couldn't tell anything among the sea of people in her line of vision.
"Oh?" she finally asked.
"Pretty--good? Pretty bad?" What did you doooo, Evan Cartwright?! "Ugh!" Sierra exclaimed, turning back to Lola the Annoying in pure disgust.
"What is wrong with you!?" She stood from her seat, bound and determined to find somewhere to go where there was
no one who would bother her.
Was there such a place?! Anywhere away from Lola was perfect, though.
"Okay, let's just get a few things straight, Mungo. One, you're annoying. Two, you and I--we're not best friends. We're not even friends. Three, you're not a queen, and if you want that glass, then walk your little annoying self over there and PICK. IT. UP.," she said, pointing her finger in the direction of the cup.
"...and finally, leave me alone," she firmly stated. Her eyes narrowed into the most intense of glares as she heard the comment the girl
dared to make about her needing to
lose weight. She knew it wasn't true, but she was honestly at her wit's end with this girl. She turned around to walk off, but just as she did, the bracelet on her arm suddenly got tied up in a lock of the girl's wig--possibly a result of the fact Sierra had thrown up her hands in complete frustration. As she took another step further, she felt a slight tug on her arm.