The third year snake stood at the door of the Muggle Studies' classroom, asking herself WHY she was taking this class. Muggle Studies and her were like oil and water. They didn't mix. Buuuut...she had promised her brother she'd give it a chance. That was the only reason why she was here, really.

SIGH.

It wasn't his fault his mother was a muggle and that muggle things were part of his life. He was still a hero in her eyes and JUST because of that she'd endure this.

Using that thought as motivation she moved inside. The woman at the desk was busy with a magazine, so Beverly didn't bother to interrupt. If the professor did look up, she'd find the youngest Wayne sitting in a desk closest toward the front, and if their eyes met, she'd get a greeting nod.