 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
One habit that Claudine had inculcated as a habit in her life was rising early so it was not an issue for her to be at the Herbology lesson, the very first one of her first year, fifteen minutes before the time the lesson was due to begin. ''Good morning,'' the first year said to the Professor and for anyone else who cared. The aroma of herbs greeted her and she thought she recognised one or two. What her thoughts were, she did not say out aloud. Who needed to talk when it wasn't necessary, anyway?
The Snakette retrieved her journal and the other needed writing equipment before carefully setting her bag into a cubby hole. One it read: Claudine Blaze. Done with that, she moved to a seat in an attempt to remain by herself for as long as possible. |