 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ Queen of Typos
Claudine really did fear for Williamson when two of The Hoods pointed their wands at him. She had gripped her wand tightly without even realising it but what would she even do if Williamson had been attacked? Make an attack of her own? Maybe. Anyway, a crisis averted, they were going to be moving on.
Oh! Baby cockatrices! Despite the impending danger, this creature lover couldn’t help but be somewhat excited. This would mean that the class wasn’t in as much danger as could be. Still, it helped that her Head of House was around.
Shades on? Yes. Mirror and wand at the ready? Uh huh. Weasel eager as she was? “Ready, Charlie?’’ Charlie tugged on his leash urging Claudine forward. Yes, he seemed eager. Into the maze they went. With any luck, maybe the cockatrices would attack The Hoods. A girl could dream, right? The fifth year took cautious steps forward, urging Charlie to not be hasty. “Don’t want a cockatrice jumping you,’’ she told him. |