~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes. Claudine was itching to sketch the little campfire. She simply found it fascinating, not to mention adorable (not that she’d tell anyone about the latter adjective) but the classroom was fulling up fast and the lesson was going to get started soon. Perhaps, later, she would sketch it out of her memory. But could she light the thing? It would work for a much nicer sketch if it were lit...
Oh. Mr. Professor should have led with that… like maybe a note somewhere at the front of the class? Good thing she hadn’t lit the thing because she didn’t want to get thrown out of what seemed like a good lesson. Claudine’s eyebrows shot up when they all got that look. What? He thought one of them started it? The audacity!
Favourite campfire food?
Hers were the same as Bernie’s but Claudine chose not to say this out aloud. She rarely talked of herself, you see, unless it were to people she liked and it was certainly never to a gathering of people.
Her gaze? It was fixed on the campfire before her. |