That portrait had riled her up. Failure? AS IF. Slytherin could never fail. Sure they had some...bumps along the road, but things still ran smoothly save for those occasional black sheep. She huffed to herself as trekked toward the hidden passage. UGH. She was so mad. Why hadn't she just hexed her?

Beverly inhaled deeply, then released slowly.

That bloody woman was just a portrait, long gone from the actual living. It shouldn't matter...but it still boiled Beverly's blood. It's a good thing her brother wasn't around or that portrait would have been set on fire.

She was so tempted.

........

Cool. She was cool. Or at least getting there. Repeating her breathing exercise, Beverly brought out the color pencil and note book. Time for some sketching. That's what she was here for.