Sierra sort of half-smiled, half-laughed lightly as she listened to Trixie talk to the boy. She could tell all this talk of pets, poop, and blood was getting to the Head Girl. Had Sierra not been one-half of a set of twins which involved herself a boy, she just might be a little put off, too. As it was, though, she was a little used to boys and their barbaric ways of thinking. Granted, though, Alex and this boy were really nothing alike. Sierra couldn't remember a time when Alex liked to talk about poop and blood. Then again, that could be because Alex has two sisters and zero brothers. He was far outnumbered.

Sierra suddenly realized the conversation had been directed back to her, and she quickly chimed in with, "I wish my entire family was made up of Slytherins. All the Greingoths from my father on back are Slytherin, though. My mom's side is a mixture of Slytherins and Gryffindors," she explained. Nodding, Sierra turned and pointed to a little shop a few doors down. It was called GothSaints and had a picture of a cauldron on the shop's sign. "That's partly my sister's shop. She's a Potions mistress."

Sierra didn't mention that she thought Alex would be a Hufflepuff. She was still holding on to the hope that there may be an ounce or two more of bravery than loyalty inside of him. "I'm not too sure about Alex. I just know that he's no Slytherin, unfortunately," she said. When Trixie mentioned requirements, Sierra just shrugged. "Umm, I don't know. What do they usually say?"



Confused, Sierra turned to the boy and said, "Scared of lizards? No way. I don't have fears," she said, stretching the truth on that last line. She was scared of really dark magic that she couldn't defend herself against, but lizards? No way. "Lizards are just tiny little creatures. They don't do much harm at all," she said. "If you like Pygmy Puffs, why don't you buy one?" He just might get laughed out of the Great Hall, though...

His last name was Belcher? Eww. Only a kid who talked about poop and blood would have a last name like Belcher. "My name's Sierra Greingoth, and I turned eleven in March. So we'll both be first years. Cool," she said. Or, at least, she thought it'd be cool. The second the kid let out some gross-smelling bodily function near her, there would be war. "So which Hogwarts house do you want to be sorted into?" That was obviously the next most important question. Those things mattered!