Potions was a great way to start the day, even better when you had all your wits together and all was right in the school environment. Her brother was here, her best friend was here and she'd have all and every day to spend with them. It was as if some great force was rewarding her for what happened last term.

With that in mind, she stopped just a few feet from the professor standing at the entrance of the potions' classroom. "Morning, Professor Culloden," she greeted with a bashful grin, then proceeded into the classroom only to stop suddenly in her tracks.

Catalonian Fireballs! What...was THAT on the blackboard?!

Slowly making her way to a seat at the front, Beverly kept her eyes on the picture. Even as she set her bag on the table and sat down, her eyes were glued on that picture.

Huh. Well. Huh...