 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ Claimed by Bits ❤️ ~ Queen of Typos ❄ Magical Mosh Pit ❄
Catching the movement beside her, Claudine looked around to spy Heath beside her. Always the concerned boyfriend, wasn’t he? She smiled up at him to reassure him that she was fine. One thing was certain though, she wasn’t ever going to use the Babbling Beverage if she could help it. All that talking was tiring for a poor introvert like her.
Varma would be right: the sixth year had spoken without an attitude because there were no hard feelings on her end from the activity. Instinct told her that the woman wasn’t one who would purposely harm them, much like how she had the same instinct about Schmoe. What she did feel, however, was a sense of stupidity creeping up on her. Claudine’s expression changed to a sheepish one. Potions was her third best subject; she should have realised the colour had been off. But that’s what you get for trusting, she guessed. Claudine hadn’t thought twice because she trusted Varma.
A hand went up. “Smells, I guess. Armortentia would be a very easy potion to recognise.” For obvious reasons. |