 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
What got her attention the moment the fifth year stepped into the classroom were The Hoods. Almost immediately the anxiousness rose in her. She actually hesitated for a moment to get a grip on herself. “Good afternoon, professor,’’ came the soft greeting, her gaze pointedly on the Head of House as opposed to the hooded figures. Claudine hurried away to select a seat at the very back of the room as usual.
Only then did she take a look at the pictures before the room. Bewildered, she studied them. What in the world were they learning about today? |