 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Claudine shrugged again. “I don’t know what any of this means.’’ She was being honest with him as always. The girl knew one thing for sure: she made the happenings in her life; she was responsible for them and there was no way Divination could predict them accurately all of the time. Lost in reassuring Heath, Claudine failed to realise that Kitridge had actually overheard her words. Oop. When Kitridge did actually mention it out aloud, the fourth year arranged her face in a blank expression. Naturally, she was entitled to her own opinion.
In all honesty, Claudine was reluctant to change out of the outfit; she rather did adore it but now that they were leaving the class, it was only right that she be back in uniform. After making an additional note about when the predictions usually were accurate, she gathered up her belongings. Claudine threw Heath a questioning glance. “Are you coming with me or do you have somewhere else to be?’’ See, she didn’t mind his company a while longer. Figuring that he’d catch up if necessary, she started to head out. “Bye, Professor.’’ |