 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Claudine remembered quite clearly Schmoe had said that they'd be assembling furniture that they had picked out during the previous lesson. She wasn't quite sure how she felt about that, or about this class as a whole. She was a witch; would she really need Muggle skills later on in life? Regardless, she was there now.
The boxes and the toolboxes were quite noticeable which confirmed what the lesson would be about. Oh, joy.
"Professor.'' Claudine nodded solemnly, her eyes darting to the spinny thing. What was that thing? She really didn't care that much so she pushed that question out of her mind and found a nice, quiet, student-free spot to stand. |