Benjy had roughly de-linted before heading to his seat, and like Mo, was wincing a little from Quidditch practice. It appeared that the muscles he used for skateboarding weren't the same at those used for Quidditch, and apparently he'd thrown himself into the sport a bit more zealously that his body could cope with. Of course, the walk seven floors down to dinner, and another seven floors back up again really hadn't helped.

Regardless, here he was, with relatively de-linted robes, and he was already distracted by the bass. Seriously, what an ugly fish to keep. It made Flipper, Benjy's toad, look positively pretty. Heh.

The smashing egg soon got the sixth year's attention though. "Either an easy way to make a mess of your classroom, and start a food fight," Benjy answered, tilting his head so he could see the oozing mess on the floor, "Or , more likely, something to do with the big bang?"