Sierra opened the door to the classroom, happy to see that this time it was empty of the cats. Save for the few that had already been captured, at least. "How I ended up with a cat dressed like a blasted Hufflepuff is beyond me," Sierra mumbled to herself, bee-lining for her desk, the costumed cat in hand. It had been the only one she'd been able to catch, though, so for now, it'd be her cat.

It looked, though, just about as pleased as she was right now. Although, who could blame it? Sierra would be pouting, too, if someone had stuck her in Hufflepuff colors.