 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ Claimed by Bits ❤️ ~ Queen of Typos ❄ Magical Mosh Pit ❄
Claudine noted the fact that there was a new Flying Instructor and this fact slightly depressed her. She had actually bonded with Aguilar and she had really liked him. Their time spent drawing in the art room was one of the highlights of her fifth year. There was even a sketch of them in the art room that she had done while stuck in The Room. A soft, disappointed sigh escaped her at the exact moment Darius sat down next to her. “Oh hey, Darius. Ready for the year?’’ she asked cautiously. “Hi, Fiona.’’ Claudine wanted to reach over and give her dormmate a hug but only held back because she wasn’t sure if the other girl was open to it. “How’d you do with OWLs, Fiona?
Oh. Blake Ryan. Claudine eyed him but not with as much dislike as she usually would {this didn’t surprise her as recently, she’d come to appreciate and warm up to others considerably}. In reply to his little wave, she wrinkled her nose at him. Was he done being a big baby? It was perhaps that particular trait of the boy that she disliked the most. Anyway. Her attention turned elsewhere. “Hello, Violet. Got any writing done lately? Hi, Tadhg.”
Look at the first years. Maybe it was because Claudine had grown a bit over the summer in terms of height but… had she really been that short as a firstie? “Welcome to Hogwarts,’’ the girl told Victoria, Serena and Alfred, in an attempt to be a proper and responsible older student. “I’m Claudine.’’ Yeah, she didn’t need the newbies to find out what her last name was just yet. "If you guys need help with anything, ask someone who wasn't her don't hesitate to ask."
Also…
It was still exhausting to be this social. |