 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Kazmi was slowly becoming one of those professors who Claudine believed that she could trust. It was just a vibe she picked up now that she’d grown accustomed to his presence. If he really could be trusted, she just hoped he didn’t leave Hogwarts; at least until she graduated. Claudine nodded, a confirmation that she understood what he was saying. “You’re welcome, professor.’’
At the mention of non verbal spells, Claudine automatically glanced at Heath. He was trying to teach her to master them but she dejectedly admitted that she was rubbish with nonverbals. Kazmi’s techniques would definitely come in handy should she need them. The Snakette grabbed the borrowed School broom and got into the air with no problem.
Was she flying below the net? Yes. Claudine wasn’t going at breakneck speed. It could be described as her cruising. She wasn’t even bothering to keep an eye out for the balls. What would be the point if Kazmi wanted to catch them off guard? So, for now, Claudine was simply enjoying the bit of breeze hitting her face. |