Sierra had started her first year not really enjoying Care of Magical Creatures. She wasn't exactly a nurturing person, and caring for animals did call for someone nurturing. Now that she was a seventh year and about to graduate, though, things had...well, somewhat changed. She wasn't sure if it was the maturity or the offering of points, but she'd taken out a slightly better outlook about dealing with creatures.

As she got closer to the hay bale that the professor sat on, Sierra saw newlin slowly come into view. "Hello, Professor Newlin," she said, joining the class.