Entering the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Beverly paused at the sight of mats and tiny desks. What? Did this mean...a lecture? No fighting fake monsters? Or even trolls? Her new goal was to FIGHT trolls. Well...learn how to, anyway. It's a notion she's gotten into her head and it will not be quenched until she learned.

Gaze falling on the professor, Beverly grinned in that timid way of hers, not letting on to her thoughts. DADA was...DADA after all. "Morning, Professor Romanos."

Now...she wanted a front row mat, closest to the window. Yes.