That was quite...fast.

Bev nodded. If she knew it'd be this easy to find a target she'd gone on a search for this girl much earlier. More people needed to be like this and help Bev for her own gain. It was wonderful. This is probably how her dad felt when his associates agreed to do his biding.

"So...um, I'll just breathe on you here," she said, then added, "I brushed my teeth so...it's minty." Just FYI.

Composing herself and inhaling a large gulp of air, Beverly paused to watch if the Gryffindor hadn't run off. Nope. She was still there.

She let go, breathing as much fire as the potion allowed her to. It was relieving not holding it in any more, and her stomach felt less warm. When she was done Bev wiped her mouth with her robes, out of politeness.

Beverly waited for the girl's reaction. Was she mad? Surprised? Impressed?