Well, thank Merlin she wasn't a centaur. Sierra had had just about enough of that creature who'd stolen her father's looks. It'd been creepy and somewhat embarrassing, and yeah...even though this woman taught one of Sierra's least favorite subjects, she was at least welcome in the prefect's eyes.

Sierra thought about the answer to the question then raised her hand. "Professor? I don't mean any disrespect with this answer, and it's my honest opinion, but I think what you really need to do is believe," she said then lowered her hand. "If I'm being honest, I don't really think Divination amounts to much, so I guess before I start practicing it, I really need to believe first." She shrugged. "Maybe it'll just come in time."

Although, she was a fifth year now...