She'd answered one of the questions on the announcement board. She wanted to earn points, so obviously she was here for just THAT. Well, she would have been here earlier if she hadn't been paralyzed in front of the mirror. Beverly wasn't a narcissist. No. It had been the few gray hairs on her head that had stunned her.

And now she was grumpy about it. SHE wasn't supposed to get gray hairs. Old people did. For Fawkes' sake, her GRANDMOTHER didn't even have gray hairs! Yeah, it was because of potions, but...THIS SUCKED.

Arriving at the broom-shed with a scowl on her face, Beverly heard what the Flying Official told the Gryffindor girl whom arrived a second before she had.

Polish broom handles? She could do that, too, yeah?

Not feeling like talking, the third year nodded a greeting nod at the older woman and walked toward the supplies. Watching her father care for his broom would finally come in handy. Not that she minded the time spent with him. She rarely saw him before coming to Hogwarts that she'd take any time to spend with him.

Grabbing a tin of polish and a few rags she walked over and grabbed an unattended broom.

House points. This was all for house points.

*Grumps*