 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Um…
What?
Claudine stared at the pool in disbelief the moment she entered the classroom. In her hand, she gripped a small notebook. It was flipped open to a page that read: Make your way to the Muggle Studies classroom. There was also a crude sketch of the path from the Slytherin Common Room to the said classroom. Because… you know. The whole memory thing.
She was brought out of her surprise by the sound of Schmoe’s voice. Again, she was met by surprise, this time by the man’s appearance. He looked so… tired. “Hi, Professor. You’re looking...great.” The adjective was for a lack of a more suitable one that eluded her at the time.
Without a further word, Claudine put away the notebook. Next, her shoes and socks were removed {no, she had no stinky feet or footwear} and placed them by the wall. “Hi, Abiola.’’ {Aboli} She took a spot next to the older girl. |