Were they going to play Romans deities today or what?

With an unimpressed look on her face, Beverly reentered the classroom decked out in her own toga and her black Converse shoes. This was...not cool. She had a thing against any sort of dresses for reasons, but she doubted complaining would get her anywhere.

Scanning the room for an empty desk, she made her way next to the hair guy of Slytherin, Caleb. She wondered how long it took him to fix said hair. Did guys have patience for styling? Hmm?

Setting her bag down, she figured she'd greet him. Housemate and all. "Hi."

Perfect greeting, Wayne.

Go write your name. Go.