 Claudine is just gloomy bahaha ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Great. They had noticed. How should she play this? Cool? Calm? Indifferent? Yes, indifference. That was her style anyway. “Cole,’’ she replied to Isla, her voice steady again. “Fifth year Gryffindor.’’ She now looked out the window of their compartment, while replying to Bernie. “Yeah. It was okay.’’ More than okay; she worked excellently with him it turned out. “Until we got into a small misunderstanding.’’ Claudine had no intention of speaking more of the topic. Sammy, meanwhile? Well, he seemed to have found Isla rather interesting. The rat scurried down from Claudine’s shoulder, across her lap and over to the first year where he sat on the seat space between the two girls and was looking up at Isla. “I think he likes you, Isla. You can hold him if you want. He made my year interesting. He’s one of the reasons anyway.’’
Back to Bernie. Claudine knew immediately what the Gryffindor was referring to. “We do.’’ Her fingers fidgeted on her lap and she suddenly wished she had brought along her sketchpad and packet of pencils. It was clear to her Bernie didn’t want to be her friend anymore and that was fine. Claudine was quite ready to leave the girl be for and and for however long. Cutting anyone out of her life wasn’t difficult. After they got the crups, she’d do that. “Over the summer? Diagon Alley? It won’t take long picking the perfect ones, I’ll be out of your hair in no time.’’ In case no one noticed, Claudine suffered from the event of the Forest. Then again, it wasn’t easy to notice since she usually wore a serious expression, rarely talked of herself and threw herself into her alone time.
“Isla, how did you like your first year?’’ She was interested in hearing the thoughts and opinions of her Housemate. |