Sierra hesitated just outside the door. She was trying to convince herself that she didn't belong at this club meeting, but she'd promised her father that she'd give this whole idea behind helping muggles a second chance. He'd visited the school on the day of her first Quidditch match, and she'd briefly talked with him about the many class discussions and lessons that had recently revolved around muggles and how the wizarding world could make their lives better.

She'd expected him to side with her--to agree that the entire concept was nonsense and should be ignored. He'd surprised her by doing the exact opposite, though. Apparently, her father was a bit more lenient than she'd thought he would be. He'd encouraged her to open up her mind to the idea and try and find the good in it.

...and so she found herself attending some meeting regarding helping muggles via potions. With a soft sigh, she opened the door and went into the room. "Hello, Professor Lafay," she greeted, remembering exactly what her Head of House had taught her about being nice and respectful to others. She took a seat at the able--away from Hollingberry, of course.