 Blue card ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Stupid, stupid, stupid vines.
Claudine glared at them though she often mellowed when her eyes caught sight of the pretty flowers. She stepped over the things, her gaze now taking in the setting of the classroom. Oooh. Were they recreating a famous trial today? The seventh year could not wait to find out.
“Hi, professor,” came her greeting. The blue card was accepted with a word of thanks. Looking around at the students, she saw that each had one but some were white or red. With music enveloping her, Claudine made her way to a seat. |