 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
With Varma’s encouraging smile tucked into her memory {Merlin knew that she needed every bit of good vibe to keep herself in check these days}, Claudine gave her attention to Minjae. Did he know that she was going to miss him when he graduated? It was true but it wasn’t the time to get all sentimental. Maybe if they both survived this ordeal she’d start calling him ‘rich boy’ again. The nickname was one hundred percent likely to stick with him. “Hi again.’’ Had he forgotten they were Rommies and she saw him earlier?
Now seated, Claudine had her gaze fixed on the potion in her cauldron. Without raising her gaze as the lesson got started, she registered a hint of relief to hear Varma diss Muggle acting. The girl felt for Heath; it must be heartbreaking to hear such words spoken of Star Wars and acting. She felt for him indeed.
Who would she want to be? Claudine could think of no one; she liked being her. Though, if she had to make a selection, Williamson was one who would be at the very top of her list. The man was so knowledgeable, cool and a great professor. He was also a great, big grump but the fifth year adored him very much for taking a chance by trusting him with the Hogwarts creatures. Not that she was ever going to tell him that. It probably wasn't a good idea to voice this particular choice out aloud.
A hand went up, her gaze finally shifting. “Newt Scamander, I suppose. Because of his extensive knowledge of creatures and his fondness for them.’’
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