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Only the sound of a pair of thumping high heels preceded the Headmistress' arrival into the Divination classroom, an arrival that could more precisely be called 'bursting through the trapdoor with a head full of flaming red hair.'
"Proooooofesssor Elwoooooood," the redhead gasped, half out of breath from the climb up. She dramatically pointed one long, red fingernail straight at the other woman as she hung onto the trapdoor still. "A word with youuu, if you pleeeeease."
It was only as she was waiting for the Divination professor to respond that the redhead noticed a) the House Elf and b) all the students lying down. Wha....huh? She raised her voice an octave and straightened up from the entrance/exit.
"What in Merlin's Beard is going ON HERE?"
Okay, this was starting to get annoying. not only was Sierra in Divination, a subject she thought was a load of hippogriff dung, she also couldn't find a partner. A PARTNER. Of all things, it'd come down to a partner as the reason she couldn't finish this assignment.
"Would anyone who's already finished let me interpret their dream?" she asked, hoping to get someone so she could finish this assignment.
...and then there was a sound. A different sound that they shouldn't hear in the Divination Tower. ...and then the Headmistress BURST through the trapdoor and into the room. Sierra felt like SINGING A PEEVES SONG.
Somebody's gettin' in trouble...
She's gonna burst Elwood's bubble...
Somebody's gettin' in trouble...
She's gonna... ... ...
tee hee It would be amusing to see somebody else on the other end of that fiery, red hair. She knew better than to smirk, though...
...on second thought:
Headmistress Truebridge, can I interpret your dreams?
Yeah. She still needed a partner.