Beverly was already dreaming about water...cool, sweet water. Hair stuck to her face like little tentacles, she tried to remind herself of the 'mission' she was on. Only a few more steps...rolls...whatever, and she'd get there. As she rubbed the back of her hand over her forehead the snake forgot the thing she'd been attempting to run from, and--BAM!

The fourth year was thrown to the side of her planet suit, while mumbling a garbled and very dramatic, "Noooo!" her arms outstretched to hold on to something as her planet bubble hit the boundary. She lay sprawled out at the bottom of her suit as it came to a wobbly stop. Planet maneuvering wasn't easy, and her arms and legs were getting quite the workout. Not that she minded, but the heat...UGH the HEAT.

CRRRACK-THUMP!

Beverly sat up, startled. Oh no. Oh, holy Fawkes no! That wasn't--BOOM!

It WAS. The Slytherin hurried up onto her feet, her hands pressing on the suit to make it move forward. THUNDER. Screw the mission, she was OUT! Beverly Juniper did NOT do thunder. Ever. Frantically pushing onward, she jumped at another BOOM! and let out a squeak. NO. Just no. Rolling forward, she shoved her way through. Goodbye, losers!