Yeah right, Aidan. As iiiiiiiiiiiif. "Gah, suit yourself then." She snorted at their seeker. She was only concerned with the younger one's welfare. She'd done her part. She wasn't going to reiterate as much. Beezus Castell wasn't really the nagging type.

And that was quite a readable expression Dora. Of course she believed the Professors had some kind of plan to keep the hundred of students contained. How..that was the question. As the second year eyed her cup curiously, Beezus did too. Were they thinking the same thing? That there was something in the hot chocolate?

Heh. She hoped so. Maybe sleeping pellets of some kind?

Hmmmm.

Hello there Professor Vindictus. More chocolates? Psshhh. She scrunched her nose at the man before turning to their Captain.

Morbid, Coco? It was actually factual. Or was it? Naah, she was getting more drowsy she couldn't even remember what she said. Pfft. Beezus rolled her eyes at him. "You're welcome, I guess?" Yawn. "And would you kindly quit staring at me?"

Oh, shove off Elliot. You are NOT lovely and charming. Beezus giggled at her friend and shook her head. "No, you are neither both...I'm just too sleepy that my throat isn't cooperating with me anymore." More yaaaaaaaaaawning.

A private talk with her? Beezus couldn't help but make a face. Her recent 'private' conversations with this girl were full of.....meh. "Yeah..okay, okay. We'll talk soon."

AND..what was Presley's problem? What was with that 'look'? She eyed the girl for a moment before raising a questioning eyebrow at her. Did she owe her something? Nope. None that she was aware of.

SHRUG.