Benjy was sick of the castle. He'd never been good at being cooped up inside, but this was getting ridiculous. No quidditch had been one thing, but stuck inside this giant icebox with very little to do other than NEWTs revision was grating on his nerves...and that wasn't a good thing. Sure...all that studying was probably guaranteeing the grades that he needed to win Kalla's bet, but it wasn't good for Benjy's sanity.

He needed to feel the wind in his over-grown hair.

Except that wasn't easy in a frozen castle...so a trip to the kitchen to top up his studying supplies (namely: cookies) would have to make do. No point going there slowly though - not if your name was Benjy. His ever-present skateboard was once more at his feet, and Benjy effortlessly jumped down the final staircase to the entrance hall - his lack of enthusiasm for the indoors evident in the fact that he didn't throw a trick into it before landing.