Annoyed from all the chaos she'd experienced on the train, Sierra Greingoth stepped into the Great Hall. She frowned at the dirt still present on her uniform. Curse that portkey for making her crash to the ground instead of coming to a graceful landing.

Lights failing, trains malfunctioning, and portkeys causing crashes all contributed to one thing. Sierra Greingoth was in a bad mood.

She'd somehow gotten separated from Kennedy, too, and so as she slid into an empty seat at the Slytherin house table, she immediately turned to look for him. Nowhere. That's where was. At least her mother was able to make the feast this time.