 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Claudine turned to smile at Heats, to show her thanks for his compliment but then realised that he probably couldn’t see her anyway. “Thank you,’’ she whispered, anyway. Did he know that sketching was her hobby and that she was actually good at it?
Incredibly hard? Try nearly impossible at times. This was exactly how Claudine felt about this situation. Why was it that Hogwarts was always so dramatic? While she did appreciate the Professor’s thoughts on them having fun, she wanted nothing more than for them to find a solution to getting this situation remedied. She wanted to be whole and proper again, with her memory intact. Surely this was also what everyone else wanted. Pittsburgh more than anyone else, perhaps.
With a small sigh, the third year retrieved the parchment from her bag and set it on the table before her, careful to not let it get in the way of the boys’ spaces. Next, she followed some students to choose the flowers but hung back until they had made their choices. When her turn came, she chose two roses, one daisy and one lily.
Coincidentally, Claudine was thinking along the same lines as Finella. She had seen a cousin(?) of hers do that pathetically once. Or was it twice? Anyway, Claudine would give her own answer. “We probably use the patterns or structure of the petals to help with interpretations.” |