"Frank the chocolate frog?" Benjy couldn't help stare as her as if she'd gone slightly mad. Except it wasn't her that had decided to keep and name a chocolate frog. Had the Gryffie Captain taken a bludger to the head? "Didn't it just well, melt on her head?" Chocolate frogs were only good for one thing in Benjy's opinion: eating.

He couldn't help but let a chuckle out at Frank's desmise. "So, basically...you ate him to put him out of his misery?" Benjy tilted his head. "Sounds like a mercy killing to me." He cross his arms across his chest. "So why won't replacing him work, exactly?" Surely one chocolate frog look just like another. Not that Benjy ever studied them - he tended just to unwrap and eat them. Dallying was just asking for one to hop away. And that was a waste of good chocolate. "Surely she wouldn't actually...y'know, go that far. Might blank you for a bit, of course, or chase you down with a beater's bat..."

He wasn't helping, was he?

Not that she was helping him with his problem. "No. But I'm sure she knows..." He shrugged. "I'm just glad to be going back to Hogwarts."