She was going to grade EVERYTHING? Was that even possible? Did Bellaire have a hundred eyes that would keep track of everything and everyone? Would Bev get caught if she used a student as a human shield?

Those were all important questions, but noting how snappy the professor was the third year decided to keep it to herself. She'd figure it out once they were inside the room. Being a Slytherin she had the upper hand. Self-preservation being a skill she honed. That plus the brains, the cunning, all the great things a Slytherin was. Bev felt a bit more confident.

Checking her hair was still in a fit braid, shoes laced up, shirt tucked in and her bottoms were in no danger of falling down, Bev followed the taller student population, wand in her grasp. They made good shields.