Sierra didn't say a word as she stalked away from Professor Lafay's door and headed into the dungeon corridors. "Hufflepuffs," she spat, half to herself and half to Evelyn and Bissy, "Salazar should have just told Helga to shut her trap when she decided to take the lot of them." She didn't stop walking and mumbling in annoyance until she was at least a few feet away from that blasted corridor she'd met up with Michael in. She hated him--absolutely hated him, and now he'd killed what little hope of a friendship they might have had.

No, never a friendship. She took that thought back. It would have been more like--a mutual understanding to be decent toward one another. With a huff, she turned around to see if Evelyn and Bissy had followed her. After all, at one point and time, all three had been on their way to the common room.