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She needed a nap, she really did.
Beverly could feel her grumpiness making an appearance. Just now upon entering the Great Hall, a first year bumped into her and she about chewed his head off. Poor firstie. But it was HIS fault for getting in her way.
Tying her hair up into a ponytail Beverly eyed her next target. The Slytherin table. Eating was one of her favorite things to do. Meals were her favorite time of the day. But with the decreasing temperatures food didn't last warm as long as it used to. So, making her way toward the center of the table, where she usually sat, Beverly cleared the table from food and dishes and anything else, and aimed her wand at it.
You will stay warm again, table. Her food will stay warm and tasty. Yes.
"Caelum Saepio!" Figure eight wand movement. And again. "Caelum Saepio!" Beverly repeated it several more times to make sure she had it done right.
Blowing slightly at the fog, she was pleased with the result. Hopefully the table would retain its warmth.
A third strand of drool flowed onto Rickey Hampton’s potions textbook causing a paragraph detailing the uses of Boomslang venom to become a bit more smeared and difficult to read. At his 36th hour without sleep, Rickey had finally succumbed to his extreme exhaustion as he sat amongst his fellow Slytherin in the Great Hall. The fifth year was failing all but one of his classes, Arithmancy, and was doing the best he could to catch up on five years worth of learning in preparation for the most important exams of his academic career thus far: his OWLs.
Needless to say, he was doomed. He didn’t care though.
His brown, bloodshot eyes blinked to life as the temperature of the wooden table upon which both of his arms were resting rose significantly. Everything began to make a bit more sense when he heard the words “Caelum Saepio” being uttered by a girl a few meters away. His eyes considered her as his left hand lost itself in a mountain of brown hair in an attempt to itch his scalp. She
did seem to be rather decent at charms. Ideas began to flow through his menacing brain.
“Hey you,” Rickey said, pointing at the girl. “Come here for a bit would ya?” With a bit of luck and a lot of sweet-talking, Rickey figured he might have found a way to pass his charms practical.