Beverly was glad to hear this was the last step. Thank you, Merlin! It wasn't that she didn't want to brew. No. Brewing was like air back home, but she NEEDED food. She'd collapse if she didn't get some. Jotting down the next step quickly, but precise, she daintily picked up the frog leg. She paused.

Inspirational person's name?

Without even so much thinking about it, the name was at the tip of her tongue. Of course it'd be that one. He's overcome so much adversary and was just wonderful all around. With a smirk on her lips, Beverly dipped the frog leg into the potion without splatters, and whispered, "Phabian Wayne."

There. This potion was going to be a good one, she just KNEW it.

Looking over her notes, Beverly underlined some of the points professor Culloden was stressing and added some more. Finishing that up, rolling up the parchment and stuffing it into her bag, she scooped up some potion into phials, then tucked those in carefully into pockets inside her bag.

After cleaning up her station - 'cause every potions' mistress had to be neat - she waved at the professor. "Have a nice day, Professor Culloden." He got a smile. Yes.

Now...food. She needed that stuff.