 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
In her opinion, the presentations were going well, and Claudine did not just mean hers. There were some very creative places that had been picked and there were creative stories to match. Some students had chosen the same places as she had but that didn’t matter for they all had different stories. Admittedly though, she found a few stories boring and once or twice, she zoned out. At least she didn’t actually fall asleep. When her time came again, the third year felt that this time around, she was much more prepared and less nervous.
This time, she started off by holding up Newt on his ‘trip’ to the Kitchen. “We all know the Kitchen is right next to the Hufflepuff Common Room. It is said that Hufflepuffs love sneaking in for extra snacks.’’ Claudien was very relieved to hear that her voice was strong and clear. “Newt was no exception but his reasons were different. He had two, as a matter of fact: one - the foods he asked for weren’t necessarily for him and two - he loved to visit the house elves. He loved to study them as they bustled about doing their duties. He even told them stories about his adventures with creatures from the Sanctuary and they in turn told him tales of their lives. Newt eventually formed a very close bond with the Hogwarts elves and was sad to leave them when he was unfortunately expelled.’’
And with that, Claudine was done. “Thank you,’’ she mumbled before rushing back to her seat. Did Professors know how difficult it was for some like herself to get up there in front of a class and speak? |