Originally Posted by slitherinssecret

Sara walked into the room, ready for the class to begin. While she lay out her parchment quills and ink, she hears her name be mentioned. She turns to the direction, and sees Serilda speaking. Sara listened as Serilda called her pet owl, Ragnar a bloodey chicken and frowns. "Come now Serilda, after the way you stormed out of that Fruit Grove, I'd barely call anything else, but you, a chicken." She smirks then shruggs her shoulders.