 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
It was that time of the afternoon for Muggle Studies and Claudine made her way out to the Lake. She knew she hadn’t gotten the venue mixed up since there was a large firepit as Schmoe had said there would be. And there was the man himself. The sixth year looked hard at him as she approached. It was hard to forget the image of him occasionally twitching at the Feast. Was he still twitching now? He was. Poor Schmoe.
“Hello, Professor,’’ Claudine greeted warmly and with a genuine smile on her face. She started to walk past him to take a seat but then paused, debating with herself. There was an inward battle of words tossing in her mind. “I’m happy that you’re happier now.’’ With the words finally out of her mouth, she hurried away without waiting for a reply. Being all mushy and feelsy out in public was not Claudine Blaze but you know what? Her words to Schmoe about him being happier were sincere. After all, it hadn't been forgotten that the man had been one of her rescuers at the end of the last school year.
Claudine eyed Blake Ryan and Noah. Was sitting on the ground allowed? With a mental shrug, she headed the two boys’ way. “Blake. Noah.’’ She sank to the ground beside her Housemate, sitting cross legged. “Your hair looks better with jam in it,’’ the sixth year told Blake nonchalantly. |