Sierra glanced over at Addie and was quiet for a moment while she considered the fact that the professors weren't actually here. "I don't know," she said, looking around the Great Hall, "but I'm guessing they're out in the school trying to figure out what happened." At least, that would make the most sense. They'd run all the students down here, so somebody had to go see what had happened.



"Yeah," Sierra said, glancing down at her arm. It would heal, but her bat--where was it?! That bat had been a Christmas gift from her mother when she'd been twelve-years-old. It had special meaning, and...she didn't like that it was just up there in the common room sealed and locked away. "He missed both matches?" Sierra asked, her interest peaking. "Why?" Not that she cared. She didn't get along with him. She just thought it was amusing. Then she smirked at Taryn's question. "Nope, I'm a righty, but...I'm sure they'd charm my arm to work if it interfered with schoolwork. Nobody's that lucky."



"Well if it isn't Slytherin's newest Beater," Sierra said with a grin. "I heard you filled in for me. How'd you do?" Then she looked down at her arm and shrugged. "Ehh, it's alright. It's been better," she said with a smirk. "I'll be ready for the next game, though."

Sierra fell back onto her sleeping bag, already uncomfortable. "I'm bored," she mumbled. "...and what are we supposed to do in the morning when it's time to shower?" That did it. She was officially going to find her mother soon.