 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Claudine caught Isla’s nod which she returned. The second year debated with herself for a moment (since she wasn’t quite keen on forming conversation at the moment) before saying. “Nice work. Keep it up next term.’’ And she meant every word. Then she was watching the older Slytherins arrive; the ones who always seemed to the younger ones. Even as she watched, they drifted together. Not that she cared. Jillian, perhaps because she was the Slytherin prefect, smiled to which Claudine bobbed her head twice. Aside from those acknowledgements, the girl only glanced at Gunnar (wondering at the same time if he was sad to graduate) and at Curtis (wondering if he had toned down with his shenanigans. Secretly, she hoped he hadn’t).
At the Staff table, she saw Trent and Fuller-Thompson but there was no way she could hide from either of them. Claudine knew that they both would be keeping a sharp eye on her and Bernie. Speaking of her best friend… the Slytherin’s gaze darted to the Gryffindor table before she realised what she was doing.
There was Bernie being social, cool and outgoing as usual. Why was she patting Lucas’s hand though? Claudine marveled that physical contact was that easy for anyone. Resigned now, her eyes sought out Cole. He too was being social; and of course, one of the persons he was being so was Naya. |