The moment Beverly walked into the Great Hall she was filled with a somber, yet calm feeling. Maybe it was the cobwebs still lingering about, or maybe it was the moon's silver light pouring in. Whatever it was, she felt the need to be extra quiet. The few greetings of her classmates sounded extra loud or was that her?

Shaking off that feeling, she proceeded, glancing at each man in charge and shot them a polite nod. "Professors."

Taking her seat, the Slytherin rested her wand and hands on her lap. Yep. She was ready. Call her paranoid, but she hardly put her wand away since last term. It made her feel more at ease knowing it was in her grip, ready.