Wait. Whaaaa?!

It was time to turn in their assignments now?! ...but Sierra had barely even copied her list onto the parchment and then scribbled a message for help. She looked down at her efforts:

Mighty Hammer:
Weapon:
First Aid Kit:

S.O.S.

...well, no use turning that in to Shaw. Or, Shaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwww. Whatever he was calling himself. She started to frown at her less than half-finished work, when a loud barking sound drew her attention to the front of the room. Eyes widened in shock, she stared at the alligator cloak as it jumped around the room. She peered at Evelyn out of the corner of her eye. Did the older Slytherin have even the slightest clue what was going on right now?! In other words, did she have notes Sierra could copy later on in the common room?

Transfiguration had suddenly got confusing. Or maybe it was all because Sierra had only halfway paid attention to most of the lesson. Hmm...