~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes. Claudine diligently made a list of answers that de Nostredame seemed to be okay with. It was unsurprising that he accepted hers since it was one that was known, especially if anyone grew up in the Wizarding world. Her steely gaze followed his to the gargoyle at the man’s feet. That one must have suffered from Squabbs Syndrome but she was intrigued to learn that the Syndrome affected not just dragons.
Try as she might, the Snakette could not keep her eyes off the gargoyles. Her feelings towards them from the first lesson had not changed but they were fascinating to watch and listen to. Then…
Panic surged through her. They were what? Give those things a bath? And what if they attacked? Had de Nostredae thought of that? Were these protective gear going to be sufficient? What if a few of them recognised her as one of the students that the HeadCrazyMistress hated for destroying the roses and attacked her while de Nostredame wasn’t looking? So many questions.
Still panicking a little, Claudine remained glued in place on that couch. |