All of this. It was exhausting. Mentally mostly. One moment she was busting her head over mandrakes, then next thing she was fighting to stay alive - or at least not get dragged away. Beverly didn't think of it as over. If she did her body and mind would relax and she couldn't let her guard down. Especially not when Quigley instructed the Prefects to take the front.

Alert and maybe even a bit jumpy, Beverly took the front, instructing a few of the stragglers to follow and to be quiet.

What if there was another ambush waiting for them?

What if they were the last ones in the castle?

Her eyes drifted in the direction of the gates. It was a tempting idea but...she unfortunately wasn't a wimp. So the Great Hall it was.