~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes. It turned out Heath wasn’t scared of snakes. Or maybe he just wasn’t scared of friendly snakes but the point was, he now had one in his possession too. Um… would she name her snake? She eyed it curiously for a moment. “I think I will. Hmm. I think I’ll go with Slythers.’’ Brilliant, wasn’t it? Slythers the Snake. Claudine playfully rolled her eyes at Heath. “Of course you’d name a snake something Star Wars related.’’ The girl would have commented some more to Heath and then to her new snakey friend but things were happening.
Like Phoebe shrieking and causing the calamity of upsetting the snakes. She will not be ignored? “That’s no reason to throw the snakes on the ground,’’ Claudine spoke up, highly affronted at the girl’s actions. She hadn’t even realised Slythers had wound his way over her shoulders and was sitting there like some sort of shawl. As for Emmerson? What treasure? What destruction could a first year cause? In any case, Claudine cared more for the snakes than these two troublemakers but when she turned to volunteer to help Kitridge, she saw the adult had already taken care of them.
A disgusted look was thrown at the two, especially Phoebe before the Snakette turned her attention to Kitridge and to Slythers on her shoulders, the latter of whom seemed to be content on his perch and was lying quite still as though asleep.
After taking one of the papers and scanning the list of snakey activities then looked down at her shoulders. There was definitely no meaning for a snake casually lying on someone’s shoulders as though not having a care in the world. There wasn’t even one for the snake poking its tongue at someone, which Slythers was currently doing to Claudine’s right cheek.
She may have giggled a bit. |