Not That It Was Me Or Anything.
Wednesday, July 5th ~ Late Afternoon
Classes had ended and before heading home, Harry had stopped in the staff lounge to grab a soda. Sitting down with his feet up on the table, he drank deep before letting his head drop back. Studying the ceiling, he noticed a spider web in one corner.
"Lady Carmilla? No, can't be - tarantulas don't make webs. A cousin then?"
