Belly full and a happy snake, Beverly entered the her least favorite lesson. She didn't like not knowing stuff and that's what Muggle Studies meant for her. She knew zilch about non-magic stuff. SIGH. The life of a witch.

But she was in a good enough mood - for once - to greet the professor with a tiny grin. "Hello--"

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What was that...on her desk?

Was it what she thought it was? It was. It really was.

Welp. Here come the locked-up feelings, though some were sketchy due to memory loss, but there was one Beverly would never forget; the loss of her mother. The looming thought of old age didn't help the situation either.

Shooting the professor a look of betrayal, she wibbled all the way to her desk. She wasn't crying. Just...sad, frustrated and....REALLY SAD.

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