"Ah," Benji answered solemnly. He understood what Hanna meant. He would never have asked for permission, either. For all he knew, anytime they were alerted of anything even remotely fun, they might snatch it away just because they could. But of course he would never say that. He hoped she understood that he got it.

He couldn't help but laugh when she asked if he was good at Divination. "Not in the slightest! I'm afraid you've just signed yourself up for something more like studying and feeling very sorry for me because of how bad I am at it." He grinned hugely at that idea. Divination was certainly not his forte. "Although I am good at following rules, so I guess that does come in handy." That and, you know, his deep-seated fear of authority. The usual.

Following Hanna's gaze and the sound of the door swinging open, Benji's breath caught in his throat. What if it was Headmaster & Co. trying to surprise attack them?! He wouldn't put it past them, to be honest, they were the scariest adults he'd ever met. His tightened, nervous fists began to relax when he saw that it was Professor O'Hara busily putting an... old looking... box??? of some sort... away. He puzzled briefly over what it was before realizing she'd said something. "Hello, Professor," he said with a smile. He was thankful for all the years he'd had to keep a neutral face with his parents despite what was happening internally. He was still feeling a little high-strung and jumpy, but judging by his face, he was having a great time not breaking any rules and being the Politest Boy you'd ever met.