 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Claudine suspected that de Nostredame did not like her and that was fine. She didn’t care what others thought of her. Still, she enjoyed his lessons. What was better was that the lesson was being held in the Rose Garden, the place on the Grounds she loved the most. It was always a good place to sketch. “Good afternoon, Professor,’’ the eleven-year-old said, looking up to meet de Nostredame’s eyes with her intense gaze. If he was wondering if she had flown any of his kites after that episode, she had not. That was only because she had made other things her priority, like working on bettering her artistic ability. Claudine meant to fly another kite soon.
Ideally, she would have liked to sit next to Dorian but he already had someone at one of his sides. In any case, she’d choose a couch in the very last row and to the very end on the right side in the hopes that there wouldn’t be anyone sitting with her. In the meanwhile, she while she balanced her CoMC books on her lap, she would work on a sketch… one of Dorian sitting on that couch. |