Beverly groaned when, not only she noticed the trophies, but cobwebs as well. This was getting annoying. Actually, it had gotten annoying a long time ago, but now the situation was worse. She swatted cobwebs from her face before it even touched her, only to have it tangle between her fingers. Ugh.

While she did that, the Prefect had not noticed the tiny marsupial dash by her feet and hop onto the elf Tippin's sack, clawing his way up its back. Well, hello fella. Watchu doing?

She did hear someone's voice. A familiar voice. But all attempts to remember who the voice belonged to went out the window when their words settled on her.

Dentures?

HER dentures?

Well. Excuuuuse you. "I do not have or need dentures." Were they looking to get hexed? Because she did a stellar job at that. Ask any of her victims. Beverly was ready to have a word with this disrespectful person when she turned on her heel and...

Oh.

"Finn." Her scowl disappeared, her cool mask coming back over her face. Oops. Almost hexed Mister Quotes.