 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
With a last vague shiver, Ary stepped into the Transfiguration classroom and was immediately greeted with more warmth than exuded from his clothing. Temperature was put out of his mind, however, as he saw the immediate differences to the place. It just might be that the class would be practicing something on those dummies... something to do with clothing maybe, since there was a wardrobe?
With that deduction in mind, he wiggled his fingers in Carton's direction before taking a seat on the left side bench. Yep, he will forever favour the left side. Ary put his bag beside him, hugging it subconsciously while waiting for the room to fill up. |