Bentley had his little container that he was dutifully saving all his leftovers in clutched securely in his hand. All the while he was wondering if Blaise had even remembered that he wasn't suppose to throw out all his scraps. Not much he could do about it now if his cousin hadn't.

Hmmm...egg shells from his boiled eggs, tea bags, melon skin, orange peels and old parchment papers.

This would have to do right? He hoped so.

The first year dropped his container into the bin and hopped off towards the great hall.