Although she knew she wasn't being spoken directly to, Sierra couldn't help but listen in on what Selina was telling Simon. Later on, when she wasn't feeling so terrible and maybe even embarrassed, too, she might find Selina and see if the girl knew anything about how she'd acted, as well. It made her uneasy, though, imagining what happened.



"The last thing I remember," Sierra answered, turning back to Sophie, "is being knocked back onto the ground and seeing the blue mist." She shrugged. "Have I been out here the whole time? In this class, I mean." She felt more vulnerable now than she'd ever felt before, and she could only hope that the prefects' attention toward her was sympathy and not for entertainment purposes. "I'm not feeling well," she said. "I'm going to put up a few brooms and then head back to the castle."

As she started to walk away, she turned back to both Treyen and Sophie. "Thanks," she said with a small smile.



Sierra picked up the first broom she came to. It looked pretty decent, and so she carried it over to the pile of brooms that didn't seem to have any damage whatsoever. She had no idea who'd been on it. She had just come to--apparently having been possessed or something, the same as Simon and maybe a few others, too--so she had no idea who'd been on what broom. She didn't even know what broom she'd been on. Nevertheless, she took a few careful looks around the broom she was holding. It wasn't the best model, nor did she imagine it was purchased recently, but she knew enough about Quidditch to see that this broom was still in good riding condition. The twigs were in line and the broom stick was still sturdy. Yup, into the undamaged pile it went.

She turned around and picked up the next nearest broom. It was damaged, but fixable, she thought. A few of the tail twigs were bent upward and facing in all different directions, but it didn't seem like anything a good Broomstick Serving Kit couldn't take care of. She looked at the handle, noticing that it looked scratched, but it wasn't terribly bad. It was nothing some polish couldn't take care of. She walked a few feet to the left and dropped it carefully into the stack of damaged, yet fixable, brooms. Yup. That was the best place for it. Death hadn't met the broom just yet.

One more turn and a few walks forward lead her to a broom that had clearly met its end. It wasn't even in one piece anymore. It was in three pieces. The handle was cracked in half, and the twigs were laying in a spot by themselves a foot away from the two pieces of the handle. Sierra bent down by the broom and started gathering the pieces together. From what she'd heard from Kurumi and Sophie, she wondered if this was the broom she'd been on. They'd said she'd done some pretty crazy things while out of it, such as casting Aguamenti up in the air and apparently showering everyone. She scooped up the remaining pieces of twigs and carried them and the pieces of the handle to the stack of brooms that were clearly destroyed.