 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
“Okay, Professor. Thought it might have been a broomstick flying off or something…” Still joking. Catching Ash's wave, Claudine smiled in acknowledgement. While she waited for the lesson to get started, she stared up at the sly for a bit; possibly Kazmi had had a bit of influence there. But it was a pretty evening; the sky was nice to look at anyway. You know what was even better to look at? Heath. “Hi, you.” Claudine brightened up when he asked about her broomstick. “It's great. Best broomstick ever,’’ she told him, happiness and gratitude in each syllable of her words.
Truly, the Snakette could not wait to find out why they were out here at 6 for an evening flying lesson. That would have to wait for a bit longer though. She lifted a hand. “For me, it's the rush of the wind against my face. There’s this feeling of being… free... when I’m flying.” She wasn’t sure how else to describe it but the weight of the world and studies all felt lifted from her when she was in the air. |