Sierra stomped her foot against the last step then finally stepped foot onto the seventh floor of the castle. See, this was reason number six billion why she was glad she wasn't a Gryffindor or Ravenclaw. She'd hate to have to climb a mountain of stairs each time she needed to come and go. She was perfectly fine with the dungeons, thank you very much.

Once she made her way into the observatory, she took out the first instrument she needed to test00the sundial. The sun was out in full force right now, so she took the opportunity to trudge up the millions of staircases and decided to finish up on last minute homework. It was due soon anyway.

Sierra positioned herself and the sundial in an area of good sunlight. Hmm. Now how did this thing work again? Where was a Ravenclaw when you needed one?