 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
An eyebrow shot up at the sight of what looked like junk in the classroom. Whatever was Hernandez up to? Claudine returned her attention to any and all vines that were lurking as she attempted to avoid catching her feet on any. By now she thought that she had become a pro at doing this. And also all fondness for these vines and flowers had long evaporated.
“Spring cleaning, professor?” the seventh year asked. “Also, hi.” A smile was offered and then she headed off to grab a workstation at the back. “Hi, Evan,” came another greeting on her way there. |