 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
“Good morning, Headmaster,” Claudine said quietly. She was quite ready for the lesson. The ones that were held in the morning were quite wonderful in terms of the energy she possessed for them; even if she did not portray this energy outwardly.
Quite a few students had already gathered and taken up seats together. Claudine all but groaned when she saw that she would most likely be sitting with three others. She opted for an empty group of furniture towards the back of the class in hopes of being left mostly alone. But just what were these objects being covered? She did not know (of course not) but after she sat, Claudine pulled put her sketch pad. To pass the time, she would sketch the mysterious thing on her desk. |