 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Now that Claudine had her own broomstick once again - thanks to that overly kind boyfriend of hers - she was looking forward to lessons without fear of the school brooms not obeying her commands or falling apart while she used one of them. Completely confident about that evening's lesson, she soon brought herself to the Training Area. "Hi, Professor. Lost something?" she asked brightly. The Slytherin was comfortable with Kazmi enough to make a small joke with him.
Her gaze went around to the set up, noting the net in place. There wasn't really anything else that stood out or nothing to give away the topic of today's lesson. Not a problem. It wouldn't be long until she found out. |