Beverly hadn't noticed the Gryffindor girl (Zahra). The loud one. The one that caused Beverly's nose to wrinkle every time she uttered a word. She DID notice when the girl -- the wannabe thief -- reached for HER gloves.

Scowling and snapping her hand over said gloves, she shot the Gryffindor an unimpressed look. No. Don't touch. Sliding them to her other side, the Prefect scoot her chair several inches away.

There we go. No distractions. Hand up.

"There is Dittany, it has healing powers." It came in handy.