 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
Claudette was rather eager for Transfiguration to begin. It was one of her favorite classes at Beauxbatons and, even though some of the classes at Hogwarts had been a little unconventional in her opinion, she was sure this one would still rank high for her. Though she did find it to be ridiculous to have to walk all the way down from Ravenclaw tower to the Great Hall for breakfast then all the way back up to the sixth floor for class. Far too much walking for this time of day, but she made it and on time in her freshly pressed uniform.
As she walked in, the first thing she noticed was the woman standing near the board. The sixteen year old got the feeling that she was rather strict and she gave her a small smile in greeting as she passed. "Good morning, Professor." Then her eyes fell on the blackboard. That was.. nice. Looking back at the professor again, she gave her a small nod then turned to find a seat.
Er.. why was everyone standing next to their desks? Claudette found that to be an odd thing, but figured it was some sort of protocol for the room and/or teacher and decided to just go along with it. Choosing an empty desk, the blonde stood beside the seat and waited for instructions.. or something.
__________________ started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________
______________________don't you worry I'll be fine
_________________________________________________you were good for the plot line |