Beverly didn't need to be told twice. She stood up and made her way behind Professor Botros, sure to have the best spot. He was like a shield. A cuddly, squishy shield. Not that she knew that personally, but he looked it. And so he was deemed her personal cuddly-squishy shield. How nice.

Raising her torch high above her head - to avoid catching fire, better not make it two Slytherins in one day - Beverly followed the professor out. The cold air was immediately felt around her. Maybe she'd lower the torch and keep herself warm. Pfft! What was she thinking, as much as she like the warmth, she didn't want to be engulfed in it.

So, pulling her robes tighter around herself, and thanking herself for being clever enough to bring her her mittens, Beverly followed the professor.

UGH. COLD. NO. GO AWAY.