She was scowling, a very displeased and possibly hateful scowl. Beverly Wayne gave off a look as if touched, she'd either snap or burn the person on sight. Christmas was her least favorite time of the year. Not only was it evident on her face that she was utterly displeased at the Christmas tree closest to the Slytherin table, but on the crime scene next to her. On a tray lay about a dozen decapitated gingerbread men.

This year around though, the holiday wasn't the only thing she was unhappy about. It was at the letter she had received moments before, that was now balled up in her fist. Stupid muggles. Stupid women. Stupid dads who fell for muggle women. No--actually, her dad was not stupid. He never could be. Stupid Lucia Escalante. UGH!

Beverly wanted to punch her. So badly.

For now, she settled for breaking gingerbread men heads off. And plotting. Lots and lots of plotting. Maybe this holiday wouldn't go to waste after all.