After a relaxing bath, Beverly felt her worlds align slightly better. She didn't feel like hexing things and her nerves had gone down. She felt as if she had to prepare for something big. It was paranoia, she knew it. Things always happened at Hogwarts around this time of year. Meh. She was probably over thinking. At least she wasn't a pruney old raisin.

Combing her fingers through her half damp hair as she stepped out of the Prefect's bathroom, Beverly heard a shriek. All relaxing thoughts left her head and she was sprinting the opposite direction, wand in hand. She wasn't going to get killed, but...that squeaky shriek-y voice. Unfortunately she recognized it. Aiiiiirey! With a groan, Beverly turned around and dashed toward direction of his voice. She needed to remember he wasn't as defenseless as he may seem.

"Don't worry I'll save you!" She sort of danced with the man as he ran around in circles, attempting to go to the other to save from whatever was trying to kill him. "Stup--"

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"It's a cat." Mellow.