Bentley hauled his stacks of books with him to the Gryffindor reading room. There was a particular subject that had been driving him bonkers the whole year....females. Try as he might he just could not understand them. Not even after extended minutes of incognito observation.

His last resort was to hit the library for any information wizards of renown could give him on the matter at hand. After making himself comfortable (by sinking into a large blue bean bag) he made a small stack of books and flipped one open on his lap.

Right.....girls....