 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ Claimed by Bits ❤️ ~ Queen of Typos ❄ Magical Mosh Pit ❄
Claudine was quite happy to spend her time sketching... and alone. That is, until she was joined by a fellow first year and Slytherin. Great. Just great. Still, Claudine wasn’t exactly rude, even if the other girl had taken a seat without waiting for her to respond. “Hi, Gemma. I’ve seen you in our broom closet of a common room.’’ There was disapproval in her voice for the way the Slytherins were housed. “I’m Claudine.” It was at that moment she realised that Trent was speaking to her. He what? Why was he cramping her style like that? Was he really trying to stamp on her creative moment like that? Some professor he was. Wasn’t there enough time for her to get her materials for the lesson out? Claudine said nothing but her eyes bored into Trent’s before she closed the sketch pad and returned it to her bag. Since her head was down, she rolled her eyes so that the no- fun Headmaster could not see. Adults. They didn’t know how to have fun.
The Snakette now had all her necessary materials for the lesson on the desk. Door shutting seemed to be what all the Professors did when the class was starting and frankly, she agreed with them. Stragglers hardly deserved to be there. Now, she fixed Trent with her serious gaze as she listened. Without thinking too much on the question, her hand went up. “Running.’’ |