 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Muggle Studies this year had become what Claudine felt about DADA for the past two years. Both were now dreaded. She had toyed with the thought of actually skipping the lesson but some more thinking told her that wouldn’t help her. Instead, here she was trudging slowly into the lesson, prepared to deal with The Hoods and her anxiety. Schmoe was having it worse though. Claudine couldn’t blame him. The curriculum this year had drastically changed which she knew had been done forcefully.
“Hi, professor,’’ the fifth year said very quietly as she neared him. Smiling wasn’t always her thing but she did give the man what she hoped was an encouraging one before heading to a back row to select a seat. |