Right after she took out her utensils Beverly caught sight of Aditya, the cool Puffer. He didn't need to know she thought of him like that, it was enough that she finally admitted he had some cool in him. He got a wave and a nod...and a tiny grin.

She was warming up to him.

Turning her attention away from the Puff, her grin turned into a smirk, a gleam in her eyes. Here was her favorite Slytherin. Cutty Mordaunt. They should have a secret handshake, they were that cool to have one.

"Mordaunt," she greeted, a hint of a sing-song tone in her voice, as well as shooting him a nod. He was her partner in case they were needed, it's been decided because SOMEONE REFUSED to sit with her.

Yes. That someone was her boyfriend. What even? So when Jeremiah passed he got SQUINTY eyes from the Prefect. Go wink to that boy he's been sitting with in lessons. She's noticed. Whatever. She had Cutty Mordaunt. PFFFFT.

It was okay. All okay. The lesson was starting and she had things to focus on. Like on...wait--what? Hate potion? It's effect intrigued her, but--they weren't going to try in this lesson, would they? It would be awful if she felt hatred toward Cutty or Jeremiah, EVEN if she felt like giving him a little punch. The thought caused goosebumps to crawl up her arms.

Either way, she jotted down the ingredients and wrote down the first step, then followed by cleansing her cauldron with a Scourgify. Making sure it was spotless, Beverly dropped a single jobberknoll feather in.

Interesting potion here. Hmm...