Scabior. Williamson. Wetsuits.

Really, this class could go on forever, and Sierra wouldn't complain at [i]all[/url]. Scabbers was ordering them onto the grass again, causing his hotness factor to go from ten to none in about two seconds. Nevertheless, Sierra headed back to the grass, ancient swimsuit and all.

As Scabbers' talk went on, Sierra began to raise her eyebrows in a slightly shocked manner. Merlin, who put him in such a bad mood, hmm?! Maybe it was all those points he'd had to take earlier. Maybe he was getting older and couldn't handle the stress of misbehavior anymore. That seemed like the most likely case.

Nope, she didn't have any questions, but she wasn't exactly thrilled to have to eat gillyweed again. That stuff was disgusting! She didn't have much of a choice either, it seemed. Scabbers and all his bossing around just left her quiet for now.