Cosgrach Culloden was angry again. Following his gaze, Beverly discretely glanced over at the Gryffindor responsible for this mood change. She sighed. Would there ever be a lesson where professor Culloden wouldn't get aggravated? She realized she preferred him all happy and stuff. DUH. Favorite professor.

Turning back to her station, an idea formulating in the back of her mind, Beverly shoved it away. Potion-making was not the time to get ideas that did not involve potions. That's how exploding cauldrons and zero eyebrows happened. Gazing up at the board, she jotted down the next step.

Grated unicorn horn and wand movement. Got it! Adding the first, she quickly followed with drawing the wand movement that was needed. She made sure it was carefully done. No need for fumes or bubbling goo. Those weren't fun. She knew. So did her former tutor. Poor old Sir Alphie...

...Did his hair ever grow back?