She had managed to escape from Silver and Valentina. She appreciated her friends, she did, but when they (mostly Silver) worried over her it made Beverly squirm. She was okay. Relationships had their ups and downs and hers was currently...somewhere. She didn't even know.

Glad to move away from that topic, the Prefect found herself in the Potions Lab, seven Jobberknoll feathers in her hand. She added them in carefully. There was no room for mistakes. When that was done she checked the time and jotted it down, and decided to stay and watch the potion brew for a moment. This was nice. Clarity.

Maybe she'll come in here for just that. To clear her mind.

. . . . . . . . . . . . .

Beverly did just that. Every day until the seven days were up. Checking over the flame to make sure it didn't go down or completely out. The potion also seemed to stay as it was. No thick bubbling or anything of the kind.

Good good.

Taking and counting seven feathers in her hand, she dropped them in, following the instructions about timing. That was important. No need for sticky goo coming alive in her cauldron.