"What?" Sierra snapped, whirling around toward Hollingberry. What was with all the stuttering anyway? The girl never did that in class as far as Sierra could tell. She hesitated for a brief moment, wanting to walk away, but then stopped at the last second and turned her attention toward the Gryffindor.

You know, she had been walking along just fine, head held down as a clear sign that she hadn't wanted to be bothered, but of course Hollingberry just had to speak up. Then the girl said something, though, that caused Sierra's face to fall. "Evelyn wrote to you?" she asked.

Evelyn had never written to Sierra, and now here she was sending a letter to a complete stranger--a GRYFFINDOR! Not only that, she'd needed to get a message to Sierra--and she'd sent it through HOLLINGBERRY?! "What are you, an owl?" she asked, angry more at not having gotten a letter than at Hollingberry herself. She snatched away the parchment and read it. "There's a Puffer names Evelyn?" she asked. What pitiful luck. "Well, who is she?"