Piersie. Heh. Hehehe.

Nice nickname. Heh.

Beverly pursed her lips to keep a cool face and tugged the blanket up to her chin. She didn't hear anything, okay. Piersie. Beverly mellowed rather quickly when Professor Thompson mentioned the Thestral. So she hadn't been imagining stuff. Well...at least she was sane, though the thing still made her nervous.

Gaze flickering between Professor Thompson to the Thestral and back, Beverly raised a trembling hand. It was cold, okay. "There's four known breeds of Winged Horses." Her gaze flicked toward the Thestral once more. "Abraxan, Aethonan, Granian and...Thestral." Get a grip of yourself, Wayne! "The Abraxan in the largest of them and my favorite and--aren't Thestrals unlucky?" She was curious. It was also the main reason she was eyeing it. Among other reasons.