May 5, 2076

Sierra’s egg had almost become predictable. It seemed to be alternating among being cold, hot, damp, and dry. In a way, Sierra was almost glad it patterned its needs like that. She needed to have experience with each of the spells in order to get full credit for the assignment, and thanks to the egg, she’d done that by now. It would likely end up being the only thing she’d thank the egg for. As she sat down on a couch in the Slytherin common room and got herself comfortable, she pulled her egg out her pocket. She looked at it, having the feeling almost instantly that it would need something.

…and of course it did.

It was hot, which was typical of the spring weather that had come to the castle. She didn’t blame the egg. The outside weather was terrible, which was one of the reasons she was happy to be a dungeon dweller. It was at least cooler living underneath the lake. As the egg quivered, Sierra retrieved her wand. “Argentum Frigidus!” she said, swishing her wand and then tapping it on the top of the egg. The egg began to cool, but not quite enough, so with another swish and tap, Sierra said, “Argentum Frigidus!” The egg’s temperature returned to normal, so Sierra scooped up her egg and made way out the room.