In her seat Beverly Wayne was in the worst moods of moods. She was restless. She wanted to run laps. She wanted to swim. She wanted warmth. She WANTED to NOT be TRAPPED inside the castle. Sure, a few things person made it somewhat easier to cope with, BUT...her owl had abandoned her. HOW. Just...HOW. WHY.

No answers.

So, tapping her quill on her chin, and trying her best not to demonstrate how grumpy she was, the Slytherin prepared herself to take notes. In all honesty, she had gotten lost halfway through the last lesson picking bits here and there.