Sierra stared at the professor in complete disbelief. This was a magical class, and they were building a fortune teller cart?! Blahh. Sierra hated lessons that dealt with non-magical topics. She was a pureblood witch raised in a pureblood world. Plus, she now had to find a partner...or at least a group. Hopefully somebody decent and not annoying still needed a partner. She peered around the room, looking for at least a good Slytherin to work with.

"Does anybody still need a partner?" she asked. "Or, can anybody use another group member?" Someone good, please.