OOC: March 11, 12, 13, and 14.

A hundred minutes?!

...a hundred minutes?! Really?

Anyone thinking about another human being for one hundred minutes was either insane or clearly had too much time on their hands. The bad thing was, Sierra was about to have to do that very thing. Borr had instructed them to spend a hundred minutes thinking about a proper role model. Well, he didn't say it had to be a hundred straight minutes, did he? So she'd just kind of divide it up so that she didn't go insane from so many consecutive minutes of thought.

Day one of role model thinking. It was clear who Sierra's role model was. It was Professor Lafay. Since Sierra had first heard about the woman, which was actually well before she actually met her here at Hogwarts, she decided this was the type of person she'd love to grow up to be like. Lafay was fierce, terrifying to most others, and never once backed down to anyone. Yes, boys and girls. Hecate Lafay is the perfect role model.

Fifteen minutes down.

Finding herself walking up and down the first floor corridor again, Sierra remembered having meditating, or whatever Borr was calling it, about a proper role model. So where was she? Oh, yes. She'd just thought about how it would be awesome to grow up to be the kind of woman Professor Lafay was. I mean, she already had the whole beater thing down, and what was more terrifying that a girl with a bat? Not that Sierra wanted to walk around being this terrifying bully, because she didn't. She just thought it'd be nice to have a certain degree of respect from other people like Lafay seemed to.

Thirty minutes down--total.

Blahhh. Same corridor. Why was she here again? Oh, yeah. History of Magic class. Hmm. She was also on the first floor corridor again, which reminded her to put in some more thought about a proper role model. Okay, she was starting to feel weird putting in a hundred total minutes thought about Professor Lafay. I mean, Lafay was awesome and all, but...a hundred minutes? Blahhh. Whatever. Maybe if she skipped a few minutes here and there, Borr would never notice. Alright, so what else could she think about in regards to Lafay being a proper role model? Ahh, yes. She actually melted someone's hands off once--their hands!!! Sure, it was a terrifying for the Gryffindor boy, but Sierra just bet he'd never disobey her again! Well, it was Josh, so who knew. He likely would. Anyway, people feared Lafay, but they also respected her, too, and that's what Sierra really liked. She didn't like the idea of being just terrifying and having everyone hate you.

Dear Merlin! Had she really been walking and thinking for a thirty minutes?! Well, at least that was a full hour of thought done. All she needed was another forty minutes of meditation.

Forty minutes. She could do this. She'd come to the first floor corridor with one goal in mind--to get this over and done with today! Now, Lafay. What else she possibly think about? She'd already put in a full hour of thought! Okay, okay. She had one. Lafay was pretty. All the boys seemed to gush over her, and no one ever gushed over Sierra. Sure, she was only a brand new thirteen-year-old, and she'd probably think gushing was ridiculous, but the fact remained that boys in general just thought Lafay was the greatest. She knew how to put make-up on, too, which Sierra was still really learning how to do. Okay, so how could she wrap this all up? Lafay was terrifying, yet got respect; melted people's hands off; was pretty; boys gushed over her; and she knew how to put make-up on. Yup. A proper role model.

...and there you have it. A hundred minutes of thought on a proper role model.

Sierra left the corridor, glad that part of the assignment was behind her.