 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Claudine picked her way over the wet grass, trying to avoid patches that looked particularly damp. It was just a way to ensure that her cloak's hem didn't get too damp. Early morning lessons were ones she thrived in even that lesson happened to be Divination. There was something peaceful about the newness of the day. Until people turned up and started ruining it. Ugh.
"Good morning, Professor,'' the Snakette said politely, her dark gaze already taking in the yoga mats. Opting for a maroon coloured mat at the back of the semi circle, she placed her bag on it then sat cross legged. She breathed in deeply.
Ah, yes.
So peaceful. She'd better enjoy it before the others showed up. |