 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Naturally there would be a host of Ravenclaws joining the Table. Ivy and Avalon received a tiny smile in response to her greeting. “I wish,’’ came her wary response to Avalon. “I want to make it out of my seventh year alive.”
However, the bulk of her attention was on Claudine. And no, Claudine didn’t even think she was close to being the best. The only person who thought that she was the best was Heath, and now unknowing to her, Ashley thought the same. The Slytherin wouldn’t have minded if Ashley had rested her head on her shoulder. Really. Claudine knew how comforting it was to have a shoulder to cry on. Anyway.
“It’ll be fun. We can have ice creams and we’ll look at cute guys.’’ She grinned, hoping to cheer the Ravenclaw up. “I’ll take you to the Tattoo Shop but…” She eyed Ashley sternly. “You’ll be getting no tattoo until you are of age.’’ |