She honestly didn't know why she agreed to come on the train. Her dad was staying at Hogsmeade for the duration of this year, so why not just hop on over the street to Hogwarts? But nooo. Dad and Kennedy wanted her to 'live' the train experience as a Prefect. If THIS was their idea of experiencing...well, they were boring people.

Shooting a polite nod and Cambridge, she nodded. No bodies. None that she knew of. "What do we do if something happens? If we find a body, what do we do?" she asked quietly. Yes, she was asking for leadership advice, and hopefully Cambridge wouldn't tell her to poke the body...because Beverly WOULD poke the body. Sigh.

Erm...introductions were happening? At least by the Ravenclaw's hand, Jasmine. "I'm Beverly...Beverly Wayne." THERE. They knew her name and that was enough interaction for now...or were they suppose to talk rules and all that? It'd be useful information.

Either way, Beverly was glad to see that Marigold had sat with her. Good. Now they weren't loner losers, and--

ADITYA WAS A PREFECT!

It might not show on her face, or on any bone in her body, but she was glad to see the guy. She liked playing the No-smiling-at-Aditya Game. It was fun. But he was a PREFECT. She shot him a wave, and something that could have been a quick, ghostly grin, but it was gone soon. "Congrats on the badge." She actually meant it.

Turning back to Marigold, she nodded. "Kind of...?" Kennedy had given her this lecture about duties and all that, but Beverly had been terribly busy with a piece of cake at the time to pay attention. "School leaders meet here to interact and stuff." Something like that.

Oh, there was another dude--Bay, was it? He got a shy wave from the Slytherin Prefect. Her hand froze mid-way down as the Head Boy came and sat in front of her and Marigold.

What...was he doing? Pfft. She wasn't nervous. Well...not THAT much. And yes, she knew she'd get to boss people around, that's why she had the badge, and it's the ONLY reason why she'd accepted it. Oh? He knew about sugar gliders and didn't actually refer to Chomper as a rat or hamster! Okay. MAYBE he wasn't THAT bad. Maybe.

Eyeing Chomper on her shoulder, she eyed this Jun guy. "I'll protect him against kneazles." Nod, nod. She would. Even if they were Cambridge's. Even if the Head Girl unnerved her like an escapee patient of the mental ward at St. Mungos. She leaned sideways and glanced at Lex. Then leaned back and gazed at Jun. "You'll help me protect Chomper against this Felix, yeah?" She blinked at him with those big, multi-colored eyes of hers. She'd like to think she didn't need help, but...what if the kneazle took after its owner? Chomper would be royally screwed.