 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
If there was one thing Claudine appreciated it was professors who encouraged her, especially when she happened to be apprehensive about a lesson activity. Kazmi always scored major points for that. The Slytherin grinned as she collected her broom - well, the School’s broom. “It’s better than I expected, professor. I think I’ll try going a little higher this time.” The prospect of accomplishing such a feat sent a thrill of excitement through her.
Claudine bounded off to wait for her turn again, watching the other students before her complete the activity. There was a hint of impatience about her but soon-ish enough, her chance came again. Up, up, up the girl went. What she usually enjoyed the most about being on a broom was the rush of the breeze in her face.
Claudine soared past the height she had worked with on her first attempt and prepared for another fall. |