With her bookbag slung over her shoulder and a haste in her step, Sierra headed down the third floor corridor en route to the dungeons. Dear Merlin! Did the classes have to last what felt like forty-eight hours each?! Especially the agony known as Ancient Runes, Divination, and Arithmancy. The professors she could tolerate. It was the subject matter that put her in a bad mood. Honestly? When would she ever use something as odd as a crystal ball in her everyday life? Honestly? Really? Right. She didn't think so.
Just as that thought crossed her mind, a round, glowing object, quite similar to a crystal ball, came rolling her way. Her eyes grew wide, and she stared at it as if it were sign from Sybill Trelawney herself. Whoever that was. She'd heard her name thrown about a time or two in the past. At first, Sierra jumped behind a little column. If this
was a sign from some Divination Great, then she didn't want a thing to do with it. The last thing she needed was more Divination in her life.
As the object grew closer, though, she realized that it wasn't really a crystal ball, but some...
...thing.
Yeah. That was the best way she could explain it. It was a
thing. Stepping out from her hiding place, she scooped it up.
"Yo, who lost their crystal ball?" she said out loud.