Sierra's eyes narrowed in annoyance as she walked through the classroom door. Of course she just had to end up behind Patroclus Hudson, who seemed as chipper as a sparrow as he joined the class. Sierra, however, wasn't quite as lively. She didn't enjoy Arithmancy as much as she did the other, more magical (in her opinion) subjects.

So why was she here, then?

She wasn't exactly sure, but maybe it had something to do with the fact that classroom appearances usually equaled house points. She slid quietly into an empty desk and took out her notebook and quill. Relaxing sounded nice. Then again, so did sleeping.