With a slight sigh of annoyance, Sierra Greingoth entered the so-called sleeping area. She actually wouldn't mind this so much if A)she hadn't gotten tossed from the common room like a little rag doll, and B)her bat hadn't got locked inside the common room. That was the main source of her annoyance. The bat...with a little bit of getting tossed mixed in there, as well.

Approaching the area were the Slytherins were houses, she adjusted the little sling her hurt arm was in and then glanced up. "Hey, guys," she half-heartedly said. She was also a little bummed about missing the Quidditch match earlier today. Stupid arm. "So I guess this is home then."