 Arts TRANSPONSTER!
If Catherine were more verbal, she'd have told them that this was no time for such displays of affection, especially as they obviously didn't have much time, as professor Schmoe himself had said in his message.
The Ravenclaw lost count of the amount of times she rolled her eyes as she stood there, arms crossed, waiting to be told what to do next by the people who were being too warm and fuzzy for her liking.
They were done now? Good. Catherine stood up straighter again and got her wand out to cast the Shield Charm as instructed. As they walked, she couldn't help but wonder to what category of students she belonged. 4th year was right in the middle of the age range. Three years above, three years below. So, what did that mean in regards to her next set of actions? Was she going to be expected to stay and fight? Because, honestly, she did not want to. At all.
Something told her that her brother might, though, which instantly got her looking around for him, lips pursed together and free hand ready to grab and drag him along until they were safe. If they were deemed too young to fight, Catherine would make sure he would not stay behind. If they were in the group that was expected to fight... then he wasn't going to be her responsibility as she wanted out of there now. |