 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Claudine had mainly tried to avoid Trent and Fuller-Thompson after the events of the Forest. It was only natural that this was sometimes difficult, especially when it came to classes. She shuffled into Charms and immediately noted her Head of House leaning against her desk. โHi, Professor,โโ she said meekly, her stupid actions rushing back. The second year was highly ashamed of herself. Her gaze? It was focused on the wall behind Fuller-Thomson.
Then she quickly turned to head for the back of the class, barely noticing the hovering buckets and the cups of water. Whatever those were for, sheโd find out later. |