Sierra sat in her chair with a fixed glare on her face. This class was too cheerful, too happy, and too positive. She was completely out of her element and was therefore quite uncomfortable as she listened to the lesson proceed. At least her topic was Salazar Slytherin. It could be worse--she could have gotten stuck discussing how Helga was pitiful enough to take on the lot of them.

She watched the charmed board, debating on whether or not to give it a fake name, when she decided that she wasn't even bothered to answer properly, much less come up with a creative fake name. She raised her hand for the first time all lesson. "Sierra Greingoth. Second year Slytherin," she instructed it. ...and spell it correctly, please. "Salazar Slytherin wanted the shreeeewd," she said, drawing out the word shrewd to make it sound as evil as she possibly could.