She had no idea what was going on. Absolutely none for the fact that a student, one of her OWN, was charging at the Ravenclaw Prefect like a bull. For Fawkes' sake! He was a Slytherin not a Gryffindor! What was going on with her snakes? Was there something in the water? Had their table been lathered in some kind of potion that made them lose their wits?

Slytherins were looking bad tonight and it was making the Prefects -- especially her, she didn't care about Caleb -- look bad, as well.

No more.

Stomping toward the Ravenclaw and rolling up her sleeves, Beverly withdrew her wand. Oh, look, another Gryffindor wannabe. "Hey!" She wasn't going to use it at anyone, not yet at least. "Stop this right now!"

All of them. She wasn't afraid to use a bit of fist power, but...house points were already precariously on the line. Beverly expected the Slytherin to back down.

Cool status: zero.