 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Claudine had been paying little attention to those arriving as she worked on her sketch, occasionally looking up so that she could capture Dorian as best as she could. Sketching humans and animals was still something she needed to drastically improve on. Not even de Nostredame’s stiff greeting had bothered her. When he began the lesson, however, Claudine promptly put away her sketchpad and pencil. She would finish her artwork from memory later.
Now why did this sound familiar to her? Shapeshifting creature in France? Claudine frowned as she heard Eivan’s voice in her head (was it Eivan or another Blaze?) back at the Mansion. If she recalled correctly, she had been eavesdropping on the older folks’ conversation as she often did at home.
Boggarts were initially the first thing to come to mind but that topic would be covered in DADA if she knew right. One of her hands went up. “There’s…’’ Claudine paused as she tried to recall what Eivan (or whomever) had said the name was. “Mathogs? They resemble black cats.’’
That was as much as she could remember. |