 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
"We all will,'' Rachel replied, still very much avoiding eye contact with the woman who was to be their Professor. She instead focused on what was being said to Professor Finch. Fleas? Yucky! Rachel felt as though she wanted to throw up right there and then but held her composure.
"Yes, Professor,'' she told Finch as he led her out. Still clinging to his hand, she thought of the last few words Ursula said. They were ringing in her ear continuously. "Professor Finch? Do you-'' Rachel hesitated, wondering if she was being silly for thinking so much about Ursula's words. "Do you really think that something could happen on the next full moon? She implied that something would with the youngest and weakest first. That could mean first years.'' The girl was slightly worried now. |