Beverly rolled her eyes at the sign hanging on the door. Make an entrance. Another one? Wasn't the last one enough? She had smiled - a miracle, really - and that had been enough. Maybe professor Glendower forgot to take the sign down.

Making her way inside the classroom, and just for extra measures, Beverly untied her waist-long hair and let it fall down her arms and back. Then she flipped it over her shoulders.

Hair flip a la Beverly Wayne style.

It was a thing now.

Spotting both the History of Magic and Divination professors Beverly sent them a small wave. "Hello, professors." Still not a good day. So no good day.