THIS.

This right here. This had to be every fourteen-year-old girl's dream come true. No. Not Scabior. Scabior and Williamson. Merlin knew what he was doing when he paired those two up in one class period.

Despite this, Sierra had frowned earlier in the class period when Scabior had gestured toward a patch of grass for them to take a seat on. What did he think they were--some kind of animal?! He could have at least magicked some chairs out here, but nooo--they were meant to gather on the grass like some mooncalf out for a midnight stroll.

She'd followed along with the others, though, and now here she sat, torn between wanting the class to move along and never ever end. "...because we're pairing up creatures who roam outside with some significant event in history?" she suggested, her hand raised. Duh. "Let's go with...Hippogriffs? I hear they're great for making quick getaways."