 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Claudine sat there kind of bewildered. Had she been the only one, perhaps with the exception of Nem, who hadn’t misunderstood Emmerson? [i]Whatever.[i/] This wasn’t her problem, especially since Reccard seemed miffed by Emmerson’s lack of tact. She ducked her head into her textbook, searching for something interesting to read. Not that she actually did any reading then. Her hand almost immediately raised at the question.
“Tom Riddle’s relation to them. Merope Riddle was Tom Riddle’s mother.” The Snakette sat back, her thoughts drifting to Merope. If she’d been in the woman’s position, she’d have been glad to have died before she ever saw what her son turned out to be. |