 All the mentions ^_^ ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Something that Claudine always wondered about Cole is why in the world was he always so happy and always smiling or grinning. How did he do it? Didn’t others annoy him with their constant babbling as they did her? She would never understand Cole- or anyone like him- in that way. What she was displeased about in that moment was that her attempt at Disarming the Gryffindor had failed. The Slytherin gripped her wand a little tighter, ready to defend herself. She felt pretty good about her chances up until Cole mentioned her House’s Founder.
“What?’’ she asked in disbelief and at the same time her wand shot from her hand. Claudine barely noticed where the Hungarian Horntail heartstring wand went. Salazar Slytherin was there? Indeed it was- or someone looking like him- standing next to Trent. And Trent seemed to be loosing it. Unfortunately, the man wasn’t the only one. Blake had outright fainted. That came as no surprise and Claudine was unimpressed by the boy’s reaction.
Then the door to the Arena was being thrown open which made her jump slightly. Claudine stared, her gaze following the newcomer. “And… and that’s your Head of House.’’ she whispered to Cole as she moved closer to him, all thoughts of their duel driven from her mind. “But it can’t be. They’re both dead.’’ Two someones must have transfigured themselves to look like the Founders.
It was apparent that Slytherin and Gryffindor still were determined to keep their feud going. Gryffindor’s laugh only made Claudine angry. “Slytherins are not faint of heart,’’ she snapped loudly. |