 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
"Professor,'' Claudine said quietly, and by way of greeting. It was about a half of the way into the academic year and by now, all of her professors would have learnt that this Slytherin did not talk much... unless it was absolutely necessary. As she moved further into the classroom to take a seat, she paid no attention to anything but the ink, quills and paper. Claudine felt a dull sense of panic creep up on her.
Had she forgotten about some sort of quiz they were to be having?
Now seated, the Snakette took out her books. A hasty revision wouldn't hurt, would it? |