 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Aretha nodded sympathetically at Bettie. “I understand. I bet a few parents already know what’s happening.’’ Though she didn’t say it, she doubted that some of them would want their children back here next term. That was a sad thought. There was a solemn nod for Patrick. “I’m alright. I actually wish the term would last longer so that I could continue trying to make Scrimgeour and his people’s lives’ a little miserable.’’ Here, she unconsciously touched her throat where Petrov had held his wand and threatened her at his tent. Ugh! She longed to smack him in his stupid face! Such daydreaming was pushed away for now. “How about you? Are you alright, Patrick?’’
Then came the speech. Rise? Aretha remained sitting, her butt firmly planted on the seat. She paid no heed to his words. They weren’t worth the time. Instead, she idly ran through some thoughts in her head while her eyes moved from the Staff table to the House tables. |