There was NO way she'd miss professor Airey's little performance. It was AIREY. Beverly's hands shot up and clasped over her mouth to stifle a giggle. Bravo! Lovely...dance-twitchy thing there.

Tearing her eyes from Airey, she lowered her hands to her lap, and pretended as if she hadn't giggled at all. Cool Beverly here. Noticing the-- Was that an arm? The Slytherin blinked, raising her hand slowly.

"...That's a zombies arm." Not an Inferi, right? But like, a zombie-zombie? She did watch an epically ancient Dawn of the Dead film with Kennedy. That thing sort of resembled something from it.