This professor talked a lot, but Beverly didn't mind. Everything that came out of his mouth sounded, oh so smart. After taking some notes, she clasped her hands in front of her, like the good girl she was, and listened to him summarize what her classmates said. Nice voice too, eh?

Ugh. Then he started asking questions. In fact, four questions. That was TOO much for her to answer in front of others. She wouldn't mind answering them all on parchment and handing it in. But talking? Uh...no.

She'd do one, but that was it.

Taking a deep breath and rubbing her hands against her lap - they grew clammy whenever she grew the nerve to speak up - Beverly raised her hand. "Um, answering the second question, it's possible more people didn't confess to witchcraft whether they did it or not because they were afraid." Fear did stuff to people. "Maybe they thought if they confessed to being magical they might not be believed in... A-Also, pride. Some could have been too prideful to admit to something so out of this world at that time and shame their family name."

She spoke quietly, but loud enough for the professor to hear and the students nearest to her. How she disliked talking in front of people she didn't know.

But them points. Gotta earn those.