 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
The first years, Claudine noticed, were being welcomed to Hogwarts by some like Jillian. But where was the welcome for the second years, who had never set foot into Hogwarts until now? Weren’t they taken into consideration? Claudine was really not taken aback by the lack of thought of others but a welcome would have been nice.
Now that she was seated, she took the chance to study the few that had greeted her back. There was the new face (Isla) whom Claudine was looking forward to observing the girl to form an opinion of her. Fiona got a small smile. “Thoughts on Hogwarts so far?’’ Then there was Blake. Claudine hadn’t seen him over the summer but not that she cared. She carefully avoided his eyes. Was that first year (King) going to survive? Claudine was entertained by his dramatics.
The second year focused on the speech, her eyes never wavering from the Headmaster. Her gaze hadn’t changed from the previous school year: it was still an intense and serious one, enough to make anyone feel uncomfortable. Claudine wasn’t even concerned about them having to help the elves; Hogwarts would be completely restored to its full glory one day. The food finally arrived and she helped herself to roast beef and tried to ignore the sinking feeling about all the Staff changes.
Any change could be difficult for some like her to adjust to, especially if one had grown fond of what was there before. Like Barlow. The man had grown on her even though he kept getting her name wrong. |