 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
It was quite early but this hadn't bother Rachel. She had woken up earlier than usual, anyway, because she had had a nightmare where her and Haddie never spoke to each other again. It had bothered her so much that she didn't dare drift off again should the nightmare return.
She now made her way to the Transfiguration classroom after ensuring that she was properly dressed. She wasn't a messy dresser but Professor Ichihara was very particular about their uniform. "Hello, Professor,'' Rachel greeted when she arrived at the tidy classroom.
She made her way to a seat somewhere in the middle of the room, her dark brown eyes fixated on the tapestries. Was that Chinese or Japanese writing? Where was Jace? He would know the difference. |