 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
The moment Claudine set foot in the History of Magic classroom, she felt a wave of warmth wash over her. It was enough to make her remove her Slytherin scarf. The bluebell flames cast a nice hue around the room too. There was rather a welcoming feeling about. “Good morning, Healer Recard,’’ she greeted as she moved further into the room. It was only when she had taken a seat (as usual, towards the back of the class) that she focused on the image on the board.
Hmm. Whatever could that be? A piece of ruby? The Sorcerer's Stone?
Whatever it was, she’d find out soon enough. |