They were back in a normal classroom. Not that they ever left, but it had felt as if they'd been somewhere else. Gah! This mind trick was making her brain feel funny. No fun.

Grabbing onto a chair, Beverly used it to pull herself up. Stupid back ache. Stupid day dream. Stupid not-really-sweets sweets. Sitting down she pulled her bag over her lap and stared at the goblet of water.

Were they going to turn water into rum? Or make it seem like it?

Whatever they were going to do, she was still annoyed and wanted the lesson to fly by. She nodded to herself when the professor mentioned intent. She knew it, she sometimes had it.

Sentio Somnium. She wrote it down after taking out a piece of parchment and a quill. The first word she recognized. Latin was boring to her, but she did learn some stuff. Then Somnium, it reminded her of another word. With that thought out, she raised her hand slowly.

"Um, Sentio means feel and-" Yeah, that was it, "-and, um, Somnium is like somnolent. Sleepy. So...to feel a dream?" Hmmm. >.<