 19.{Wanderer} ^_^ ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
And that was the end of the story time. The Bubak was bad and Claudine decided that she never, ever wanted to meet one. Her gaze switched back to Professor What’s-His-Face. Notes, yes. Where had she dropped it again? Dark eyes searched here and there until she noted that it was lurking by the wall where she had been standing by with Curtis. Now in possession of her DADA notebook and a pen, Claudine began to make her notes, the pen flying across the page of the book as she wrote as much information as she could.
Once done, the book and pen were returned to her bag. Wait. What? Flashlight? What flashlight? Cue the confused blinking from the girl. Sure enough some students were in possession of one so that meant that she had been too. But where- ah. There it was- sitting next to her bag. It was picked up and inspected. Sure enough, there was a number there. Her’s read 19. That meant she was a wanderer.
As for the rules, Claudine hoped that she’d be able to remember them. She knew she had to make her way to the cornfield though. That alone, plus the lack of mask, should be able to tell the others she was a wanderer and not a bubak. |