Beverly Wayne was in a good mood. Despite her slight sleeping issues, she was ready to go when it came to potions. That and she really enjoyed professor Culloden's lessons. Now, if no mishaps were to happen, then she'd probably keep this mood of hers.

Slipping into the classroom a small grin made it to her face. It was the smiley on the board. Bev was a sucker for smiles - real or not. She knew it. It was a weakness, but no one knew that. And no one would. Her eyes landed on the older man, the small grin still on her face.

"Good day, professor Culloden," she greeted before claiming a seat at the front row. Wand, parchment and quill out. Ready!