Before Sierra had even walked into the classroom, she'd already fixed a slight frown on her face. It wasn't that she was terrible at Divination, but rather--okay, confession time. She wasn't great at this at all. As a matter of fact, she wondered if she should even continue with the subject next term. If it got more difficult as time went on, she'd be a complete and total failure by the time she reached her fourth year.

...and, well, yeah--admitting failure or even showcasing it all just wasn't her cup of tea. Pardon the pun, because apparently she was about to have to do another tea leaf reading for her final exam. Excellent. She actually remembered how to do this, since it'd been the topic of the last Divination lesson and all. It was pretty much fresh on her mind.

...and the best part was, as soon as was done with this exam, she'd be completely done with all her exams for the school year. She made a mental promise to herself to spend the next few days between now and the feast doing nothing but lying around in the common room or down at the lake. She was exhausted! She plopped herself down into an unoccupied desk and began work on the theoretical part of the exam. Merlin's pants! She was only one question into the exam, and she was already having trouble. She decided to skip that one and return to it later. She worked quietly, occasionally glancing up with a look of thought (or maybe confusion) on her face. She never did figure out the answer to number one, but she scribbled down something that looked good to her and then turned in her exam.

With the long and tiring part of the exam out of the way, all that was left now was the actual tea leaf reading. Sierra edged out of her desk and sauntered over to the bookshelves, retrieving the items she'd need for the practical. Returning back to her seat, she began to pour a cup of tea. She was still rather mehhh about tea, but because she was actually in a pretty good mood today, she didn't complain--not even a mental complain, which was really good for her.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Destiny Shepard hold her nose, so she decided to do the same, as well. She tilted the cup toward her mouth and drank, leaving just the right amount at the very bottom. She swirled the remains around and around, and then she turned the cup upside down, emptying the contents onto a saucer. She sighed nervously as a very personal question came to mind--"How will the summer break be now that it's just Dad and I?"

She flipped her cup back over and then peered inside. What did the rim show?

The Chair?! Again?! She'd gotten the same exact image in the cup of tea she'd had during class. Now she was really starting to worry. Who was coming into their family? Emily Browne had suggested that either her mother or father had a new significant other. She could be right, but then again, the divorce had just been finalized. Could one of them have moved on that quickly? It was possible, she guessed. Then there was the thought of Anna, her older sister, having a third child (or a third and fourth if the whole twin pattern kept up). Finally, it could just mean that maybe Alex, her twin brother, would pay her a visit this summer. It was, after all, their first summer apart.

Turning the cup, she came upon another image.

Oh, well now this one made perfect sense! In the course of one school year, Sierra's parents had decided to abruptly end their twenty-something year long marriage. Or, actually, her father, from what she'd been told, had ended it. Sierra and Alex had been left to decide which parent they wanted to live with, resulting in Sierra moving in with their father and Alex staying with their mother. Fostering a home life likely meant that Sierra (and her father, too) would probably spend the summer setting up a new home and learning how to live without Sierra's mother and Alex. It would definitely be an adjustment, but Sierra knew that as long as she had her father with her, she'd be just fine.

With a small smile on her face, she turned the cup some more, looking further into it and spotting a third image.

...really?!

"Merlin's pants!" she wanted to yell. "Hufflepuff house is going down!"

She did a half-smirk, half-laugh as she continued to stare into her cup. She knew Hufflepuff house wasn't really going down, and that wasn't really her wish, but it was a funny sudden thought that had come to her mind. What had she been wishing for, though? Simply put--a new kitten. She wanted a black cat just like all witches are meant to have. Not so simply put--she just wished that she and father, and whoever else 'The Chair' was trying to tell her was coming into their lives, would just have a happy and successful life. She trusted her father, and she knew splitting their family up had been a big decision he'd had to make, so she just wanted nothing but the best to come from it. Apparently, according to the kite, the best would come.

...then finally, she reached the bottom of the cup.

Oh, ...wow.

If ever there was a moment when a sarcastic, overly-ambitious twelve-year-old Slytherin girl felt like crying tears of happiness, it was right now. She didn't, though--of course. She did smile even wider, though. Was everything going to work out for her for sure? She didn't know. This was Divination, and she usually took all her readings with a grain of salt. Just knowing that she'd at least received a good sign from the tea leaves, though, gave her a reason not to be overly concerned. Again, she trusted her father, and she knew he'd never get her (or himself) into a situation that was too difficult for them to deal with.

She quickly cleaned up her materials, grabbed her belongings, and then pushed herself away from her desk. "Bye, Professor Bishop," she said, giving the woman a polite nod.