 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ Claimed by Bits ❤️ ~ Queen of Typos ❄ Magical Mosh Pit ❄
Claudine indeed had had a wonderful day so far, Professor. Even the little relaxation exercise could be factored in as being wonderful because now the girl felt calmer; there weren’t a million thoughts racing through her mind. With nothing else to do, the sixth year watched her classmates file in. Who’d be the first to sit next to her? It turned out that Ashley was first. “Hi, Ash.’’ Then there was Victoria whom Claudine stared at for a full ten seconds. Hello, did this first year not know that Claudine disliked nicknames for herself? Only thing was… now that she thought about it, she didn’t mind being nicknamed. Huh? Was she changing that much? “First off, I’m not old at all. Secondly, my name is not an old lady’s name. Thirdly, you can only call me Claudy if I get to call you Vicky.” It was only fair, right? Hi, Fiona. She saw you. And you, Heath.
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Irvin? Who was Irvin? The sixth year turned at the indication to see a peacock in the classroom as though it had spent its entire life in one. It probably did. Attention back on Euka, she tried not to focus too much on the fact that the woman had subtly brought up Kitridge. The mention sent a jolt through her but did everything she could to pretend she had been unaffected.
A nap? No, she didn’t want a nap, thanks. Claudine wanted to head out to the Grounds to get some sketching done. But naps, and sleep were good in general. Just not if you’re having nightmares. Without thinking, she glanced at Heath.
Some time later, her hand went up to answer the questions. “We dream because our minds replay events we think about, even if we don’t realise that they’re events we have been thinking about.” Lowering her hand, she shrugged for the second question. “Maybe that’s just the way our brains are wired; to have the dreams fade as soon as we wake up.” |