 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Ary made it to the HoM classroom well before the lesson was due to start. For some reason, he was looking forward to today’s lesson though he wasn’t sure why. Perhaps he was simply in the mood for some academics more than anything at the moment. The cloth covering whatever was under there intrigued him but not enough to go poking around. Though… that wouldn’t have been allowed by Fergersnout, he was sure. The fourth year offered the woman a bright smile and a brief finger wiggle-wave then bounded off in Sloane’s direction.
“Pssst. Wake up, Sloane.’’ Ary whispered as he slid into the seat beside his friend. Resisting the urge to playfully prod her in the side, he retrieved his books, quill and ink while eyeing the markers and gel pens. |