 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Claudine hadn’t put on her glasses as yet which was a good thing since the things weren’t required as yet. She eyed a few of her fellows who had donned theirs. Noble hadn’t given any instructions to put them on just yet. As they delved into the lesson, she unknowingly leaned forward slightly. Were they going to find out what was in the box?
No, apparently not as yet.
Her hand went up and as she waited to be called on, Claudine listened carefully in case someone decided to give the same answer she had in mind. Fortunately, no one did. “Griffins’ claws,’’ was the answer when her time came. “They usually end up being powdered.’’ |