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Swoosh!

Her head fell forward and it startled the Slytherin up. What? Huh? Oh. Well...this wasn't part of Scrying. Falling asleep, that is. Blinking and sitting up, she rubbed her eyes once more. Her body had relaxed to the point of it tricking itself that it was nap time. Bah!

Wiggling into place and focusing solely on the Crystal Ball, Beverly deeply stared into it. She blinked when she needed to, but she did NOT close her eyes for a longer amount of time. If she did, she was sure she'd fall asleep for real that time.

Finding a spot her eyes seemed to stay on, she GAZED into the Crystal Ball. There was no fog. No shapes. Nothing. Just...glass. Crystal. This wasn't as simple as she had expected. She either kept thinking about things forming inside the ball or if she was doing it right. There was no in-between. She couldn't clear her mind, and the harder she tried, the more she thought.

For Fawke's sake concentration, come ON!