~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes. Was that lemon?
The faint scent hit Claudine almost at the minute she entered the classroom. If she was correct, and that other lingering smell was bleach then… blergh. Bleach smelled yucky. She trained her gaze on Schmoe instead, her eyes moving to the board behind him and back. “Hello to you too, professor.’’ Though initially she hadn’t taken to Schmoe, that gradually changed. She liked him (even though she was basically rubbish at his subject) now but the change he had displayed since the start of the term was unnerving to her. “I hope you are well today.’’ Yes, she really did.
Claudine moved to a desk towards the back of the class, her usual spot.
No one to see here but this somewhat introverted second year Slytherin. |