 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Claudine paused to blink a few times the moment she stepped into the room. Had it not been for Professor Barlow standing there, she would have turned right around and marched through the school in an attempt to find the right classroom. Pulling herself together, she moved in. “Hello, Professor,’’ was the quiet greeting. She gazed around at the semi-circle of mirrors. What did this mean? was the question to herself as she moved towards a mirror far away from the front of the room.
Were they going to be transfiguring some part of themselves? It was a possibility, Claudine decided as she studied her reflection. What she saw looking back at her was a dark haired, dark eyed eleven year old with a serious look on her face.
Perfect. |