 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Was Torin reading her mind? Claudine threw him a sideways glance but said nothing on the subject. She was interested in hearing Schmoe’s response to the question. As her gaze shifted to the other students arriving, a hint of a smile graced her usually serious features. She tried to hide it but realised that these days, she smiled more whenever Heath came around. “Hi, yourself,’’ she said quietly, her tone warm. It was only natural that the conversation among the group led by that first year Ravenclaw {Ashley}. Claudine arched an eyebrow. Wasn’t she the little know-it-all. She tried to ignore Grantham, however. It was just like the Gryffindor to be bossy. Was she aiming to be a prefect? This Snakette couldn’t care less about either Grantham and a badge.
Claudine absently doodled in her notebook until class got started. When Schmoe addressed them all, the doodling stopped. Yes, she’d brought her thinking cap. Now, pollution was a topic that she rarely thought of. Of course she knew what it was. Claudine knew one type of pollution but first, she wanted to listen to these know-it-alls, especially that first year Ravenclaw. Did she swallow every text book on the topic?
The fourth year perked up when Austin gave his answer. Noise pollution was exactly what she’d been thinking and her hand went up. “Like Austin said, Professor, noise pollution is one form. I’d consider any person speaking loudly to be contributing to that form of pollution. That’s harmful because it can make others’ ears hurt.’’ Not to mention, it annoyed Claudine to the maximum. Then again, she considered most people speaking noise pollution. Especially the ex best friend that came in the form of Bernadette Grantham. |