 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
It came as no surprise that the group was being joined as others. Claudine supposed that the aroma of the bread was attracting them there. Whatever. The more the merrier, and the more hands there to help, that meant that the quicker they were done. She finished removing the old candles, then using magic, replaced them with the new ones. Only then did she pause to eat some of the cinnamon bread. Conversation was going on around her but Claudine opted to listen and eat as opposed to take part in any chatter. Her social battery wasn’t really up for it at the moment.
Even the talk of the play Trent brought up did nothing to urge her to utter a word. Yes, she had signed up for the play but to work behind the scenes. Her acting skills were zero. In any case, she hated to be in the spotlight. Oh? Evan had also signed up for behind the scene work? She was actually liking this Ravenclaw more and more.
Her eyes slid over the group there as she stood there nibbling on the bread. Claudine felt herself oddly calm. True, she had been this way from the moment she had come to this corridor but now she felt moreso. |