Coming to a stop by the History of Magic professor, Beverly blinked up at him with her wrinkly eyes. Then toward the front where professor Botros - who seemed all chill and stuff - stood.

She's finally done it, hasn't she? She's gone to the wrong classroom at the wrong time. Mellow.

Beverly turned back to professor McCormack with an uncertain look on her face. "Hi, professor. Um..." Gosh, "I think I'm in the wrong classroom." Eyes gazed back at Botros. Or was HE in the wrong classroom.

The Slytherin was pretty sure not only her memory was failing her, but so was her brain.

Brain food. She needed that ASAP.