Her first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson...

Although Sierra wasn't typically an excitable child, even she couldn't help looking forward to this class. She opened the door to what she thought was just a typical classroom, but then when she stepped inside, she found it literally sparkling. Unlike most people, bright, happy rooms threw Sierra for a loop, and for a moment, she just wanted to slither back to the dungeons where everything was dark and damp.

No chairs either. Hmm. Noticing Professor Schirmer seated on the ground, Sierra also took a seat a considerable distance away. After that look the professor had given her at the snowman building competition, she wasn't sure how to react to the woman. Honestly, though, Sierra hadn't asked for the fate she'd been given.