 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Claudine had, by now, abandoned her search attempts to focus on Hufflepuff. What was she doing down here, of all places? They all had reason to be here but Hufflepuff did not. Had she been shadowing them? Claudine didn’t trust the Founder any more than she had when she first encountered her. The cupcake was held loosely in her hand. Even if the House Elf did make them, she wasn’t going to take a single bite of it. Hufflepuff could still have somehow done some tampering with the treat.
But they had to move on as Noble directed. There was nothing of interest in this chamber. “Excuse me,’’ the Snakette told Hufflepuff. Her tone was neutral but her eyes were cold. The Founder was blocking their way ahead. |