Word gets around fast in the dungeons and the moment Beverly heard about the dramalama going on in the greenhouse she had chewed on her marshmallow cookies carefully. Then downed the rest. Then chugged down an entire glass of milk. It was after that very delicious snack that she let the news sink in.

And she was out in her boots, avocado-green parka, mittens and beanie in a matter of minutes.

Reaching the greenhouse, she almost slid on some ice. Almost. Where was Professor Bentley? Beverly reporting for duty. Yes, sir-ma'am!

"Professor Bentley, where would you like me?" What to help with? Did she have to hex someone? Punch them? Poke them?

She could do all of the above.