Bentley was laid flat out on his belly pulling up the grass. Tiny little niffles escaped him as he watched the ants going about his business. At that point on Bentley decided three things, he greatly disliked his head of house and his prefects and his grandma Bellaire would mostly definitely be hearing about this.

He and his cousin did not deserve this. Ugh...

How many minutes was acceptable for you to spend feeling sorry for yourself?

He kinda just wanted to go home now