Beverly quickly scudded away from the tree as the professor climbed down. Oh. Hi. There he was. Midway raising her hand to wave, she froze. The food wasn't real? She glanced down at the things she'd gotten. But...she was hungry and she needed some sugar to stay awake.

Oh, this was a sad day.

So he got no wave. Nope. That was a mean trick he pulled. Crossing her legs, she scooted back to her previous spot, stopping briefly when her back protested. Ouch. She must of have slept in the wrong position or something. This was NOT COOL.

Glancing around as the professor listed how many things weren't actually what they appeared to be, Bev hugged her bag.

"A daydream," she mumbled, raising her hand barely above her head. Sore arm. Great.

It felt just as one, a daydream...though hers most of the time took place in the mountains with a dragon present. A winged horse if she was in a good mood.