As soon as she stepped foot on the grounds of the school, Sierra got a nervous feeling deep in the pit of her stomach. Why, she'd never tell, but she had an extremely good reason for feeling that way. She tried not to think about it too much, though, as she made her way into the Great Hall. She only looked straight ahead, toward the Slytherin table, and then took a seat toward the back of it.

She sat down and fixed her eyes on the table, and it was because of this she noticed the state the silverware was in. Couldn't they have at least replaced it with something a little more...well, ...new? She made a face at a nearby spoon then just sighed and looked away.