 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Professor Schmoe was very much welcome even though Claudine could see that she had made him somewhat uncomfortable. A mental shrug came from her; after all, a lot of students and situations probably made him feel weird and awkward. The girl ducked her head and made her notes ardently. There were more forms of pollution and information about them than she had ever considered. It was decided that she liked this topic. Great choice, Professor Awkward.
The man’s loud gulping amused Claudine. Poor Schmoe; he talked a lot and probably needed just as much water. This gave her time to finish up with the notes. Looking up at Schmoe, she immediately realised that he was staring at the back of the class. He didn’t know this, but this action of his was something that had made Claudine feel there was kind of a… kinship? between the two of them. Why? Simply because she didn’t exactly look at anyone in the eyes. The exception was Heath. Sort of.
“Fireworks… they’re a hazard in terms of noise and air pollution to humans but such loud noise is especially harmful for animals.’’ Claudine lowered her hand thoughtfully. “Professor? Is there such a thing as silent fireworks in the Muggle world? If not, Muggles should look into inventing that. As for wizards, I guess we can cast Silencing Charms on them.” |