They were alive. Lived through the horror of Chorts in their back yard. Beat the odds. Survived...blah, blah, blaaah.

Beverly should have been glad no massive Chort VS Wizard war broke out and that the snow had all of a sudden melted, but what was the point of being trapped inside? Fighting their way out would have been worth their temporary prison. How the hell was she suppose to train to capture dragons if things mysteriously solved themselves?

Either way, it was better to live and fight another day. Hogwarts was not a drama-free place. Ha! No.

All that wasn't the reason she wasn't wearing a smile on her face. It was the fact that there were more stones in the Gryffindor hourglass than in Slytherins'. It sucked bubotuber pus. They worked SO hard and, at some point, she had REALLY thought the cup was theirs. But no. It wasn't and Beverly Wayne wasn't good at sportsmanship. No, no. She was terrible at it and she wasn't afraid of showing it.

Unfortunately that was Jeremiah's house. >__>

She'd go talk to him after she internally sulked a bit. Making her way toward the Slytherin table she shot a timid grin at Cassia. She seemed like a cool person, pity they hadn't interacted much. Then there was Derry, whom she had something to give. If anyone could kick but it was her.

Oh, and look it there! A non-Slytherin. Aditya. He got a wave, maybe even a ghost of a smile. Then Lute Boy Ethan, he got a small grin a nod. Was Cutty Mordaunt with him? Not that she's missed him or anything. Pfft.

Newell was next. She got a firm nod. Beverly no longer felt like thumping her on the face, but that could always change, yeah? Heck yeah. And Agatha was there. SHE stood in Beverly's good side, they were even going horse riding this summer. She got a grin and a cool not from the fourth year. Beverly couldn't forget about her so-call body guard. Grayson got a playful thump on his arm as a greeting. Sup, dude. Don't flake, it's Beverly.

Last but not least, there was West Odessa, and if he saw her he'd be rewarded with a tiny grin and wave of her hand. Her eyes went back to Derry. She had stuff. For them. First she'd take a seat. Being social drained her lots, and yes, waving and grinning and stuff was considered being social to the Wayne. It took effort, m'kay.