Upon entering the Charms classroom Beverly had anticipated an interesting beginning to the lesson, but all she got was a sleeping, slobbering professor and a very loud Bart. Was the kid always like that? Or was her hearing sensitive again?


Tapping her ear and with an achy and tired body, she sat at a desk at the front and let her bag fall on the table with a THUD. Then she turned to Bart. "Won't you let the man sleep? He must be terribly exhausted." She shot Fuller a gentle look, the kind of affectionate look a grandmother would give their grandchild while they napped.

Y'know, 'cause she was old-looking and stuff. She totally pulled it off.