Sierra stayed still and quiet as the shadow continue to creep across the sundial. Pretty soon, the arrow had cast a shadow across the bar, indicating that the time of day was 4:00. "It's 4:00," she said aloud, looking up into the sky.

Sierra looked up to the boy with a shrug. "I can see where it'd be hard," she said. "I mean, it must be difficult not being in the best house here." House points were only one indication of greatness. Slytherin had the full picture. Ravenclaws were spotty in their wins. She still didn't believe the Claws were the true winners of Saturday's Quidditch match either.

She narrowed her eyes at the boy. His greatest accomplishment was going to sleep and waking up? "What a flobberworm," she said, making a face. Her narrowed even further when she went on about how uncool he thought it was to have a parent in the castle. "Well, I happen to think highly of my stepmother," she said, even though Lafay was technically her soon-to-be stepmother. "I actually really get along with her--Professor Lafay, I mean."