 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Claudine didn’t think her catch was graceful at all. She thought of it as a lucky, fumbly catch. Sort of like Ron Weasley kicking the Quaffle away from the goalposts with his foot when he almost fell off his broom. She shrugged at Lisa. “Luck,’’ she admitted. “Better keep your eyes peeled, Lisa. You don’t want to get knocked in the head.” Even though it wouldn’t really hurt.
Woah. Did VICTORIA have anger issues? Calling the first year that particular name had been a complete slip of the tongue. After all, there was a Violet in Slytherin House. Claudine rolled her eyes but being who she was, made no effort to clear up her mistake. “Revenge for telling me that my name is an old lady’s name earlier in the term,’’ the sixth year called coolly. Inside, she was dying with laughter and amusement. Claudine continued cruising, motioning at Lisa to follow her. Perhaps they could dodge those balls togeth-
Oooh! Kinsay took a hit with that one meant for her! The third year seemed to be okay though, and Claudine really appreciated the glare Kinsay threw to VICTORIA. |