 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Claudine thought that the professors ought to stop pretending as though everything was okay, to be honest. A lot of them saw through the façade the adults put up, this fifth year included. With a couple of her friends missing from the lessons due to what occurred in the recent Potions lesson, she was glad that Heath sat with her. The anger she had been feeling since being locked in the Room was quickly evaporating and it was leaving her drained. Really, Claudine wanted nothing more to lean against Heath and rest her head on his closest shoulder but… this wasn’t the time.
When Kinsay mentioned ‘family’, the Snakette immediately felt tears burn behind her eyelids. Her own family had been on her mind every single day over the last few months and well, her heart just hurt knowing that she and them stood on different sides of this wizarding mess. Not waiting to cry in front of everyone, Claudine bit her lower lip and zoned in on a cluster of flowers before rasing a hand.
“The white ones… I think they’re from a White Hawthorne tree. If so, they turn light pink before they fall.” |