 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Claudine had just finished setting her books and pen on the table {and finished eating a bit of bread} when Heath arrived. “Hi, you,’’ was her enthusiastic greeting. She couldn’t help but smile as Lisa got a special greeting though she hadn’t figured out right then whose voice heath had momentarily adopted. Obviously those two Ravenclaws had bonded.
Wow. Didn’t poor Schmoe look so uncomfortable. Claudine felt sorry for him and hoped that as the lesson progressed, he’d be back to his awkward self. There was more pity from her as consecutive markers turned out to be duds. Things didn’t seem to be going Schmoe’s way at present.
Then things went from bad to worst.
Claudine sat there gaping in concern for a second. The man hadn’t been conked in the head, had he? “Guess we should help him,’’ she told the other three at her table. As she wove her way through the sea of contraptions, she managed to step on a toy car that made her stumble and almost break her pretty young neck. “Not hurt, are you, professor?’’ Maybe his pride was but whatever. Claudine was referring to physical injuries.
She scooped up the car she’d stepped on before eyeing Schmoe. “Shouldn’t we organise these in some way?’’ Just stuffing them higgedly piggedly into a cupboard was clearly not a good idea. |