 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
It was time for Muggles Studies and so Rachel made her way to the classroom. She always adored Professor Moxley's lessons. They were always such fun as was the woman herself. Today, her hair was tied back in one instead of the usual two plaits because of the instructions posted. She was also wearing comfortable clothing.
She frowned upon entering the classroom. Was she in the right place? Her eyes took in the chaos all around: the upturned buckets, the leaves, branches and debris that were scattered about. Rachel realised she was at the correct place when she saw their Headmistress.
Carefully, she weaved her way through everything to come to a stop close to her Professor. "Hello, Professor Moxley,'' she stated and smiled sweetly. "This is such an unusual setting for a class.'' Rachel opted for an over turned bucket and took a seat on it. |