Dora bounded into the room, her energy HIGH. "BENTLEY MOORE I CHALLENGE YOUUUUU TO A DUEEEELLLLLL!" she bellowed as she wielded, not a wand, but a BIG STICK at him. Try as she might to keep a straight face about the whole thing, she cracked after a few moments and began to giggle, little snorts escaping now and then.

EEEEEEP!!!!

Bentley shut the book shut and pushed the ones that were piled next to him behind him. Sweet Merlin he thought he would be alone in here for a bit longer. He had panicked so much that he hadn't even processed what Dora had said until his books were properly hidden.

He thought he was serious too until she burst into a fit of giggles. Good thing too because he was in no mind set to duel anyone...not unless there was a spell relating to female puberty and how their brains worked.

"Merlin Dora you startled me."

Doubling over with laughter she took a moment to compose herself and drop the big stick she had run through the castle with. Yep. Why had she even picked that stick up to begin with? To accost Vincent Krum? Maybe. She couldn't remember. Huh. Awesome.

"I see that. And what are you reading? Why are you hiding the books?" She asked in rapid fire as she made her way closer and plopped down beside him. And she was a girl... who had gone through puberty... and could possibly SHED SOME LIGHT on this subject of his. Mhm.

It would cost him, but she would totally help.

"Nothing!" He could feel the colour rising in his cheeks. No one could see what he was reading..he wasn't even going to tell Blaise where he got his information from if he even found anything at all in the books. "I mean, I'm not reading anything..just you know..hanging out in the reading room for the beanies." He pat the bean bag that he was sitting on and offered her a dimpled smile.

"What are you doing here though?"

NOTHING did not cause people to blush. Nope. Dora inched closer, innocent looks on her face. "Oh yeah... they're awesome." Just a few more steps... and she POUNCED! Leaping onto a bean bag next to him, she grabbed a book and gripped it tightly.

HAHAHHA!! She had gotten it. And if he tried to take it back she was not above biting.

Bentley was mid nod when the worst thing ever happened. His life was officially over and he was dead...just like that dead...

"Dora give it back!!" He said hopping up and lunging for the book. What was with the crazy females students at this school? Maybe it was a pre-teen thing...not that he had interacted with many of the older girls since the incident with the sucky prefects.

"Give. It. Back!"

As Bentley lunged Dora tucked and rolled. No way was she letting him get it that easily. NOPE! Raising up a bit she scanned the cover of the book and immediately felt TERRIBLE. Oh man. How embarrassing for him. WOW.

Dora then buried her face in the bean bag and shook it wildly. In a muffled voice she said, "No. I will not give it back. WE SHOULD TALK ABOUT THIS, BENTLEY."

Would he get in trouble if he just plopped on her back and stayed there until she gave up the book. Ugh...everyone knew that girls liked to talk..the whole school would hear about this and his life was about to be over. For a brief moment his hand twitched for his wand....what if he tried out that obliviate spell and fried her brain..then she wouldn't remember and therefore couldn't tell anyone.

But he'd get in trouble....

"There is nothing to talk about." He answered in a fierce whisper. "Give it back or..or i'll sit on you."

Dora wasn't one to gossip... or share too much with people. If she was a sharer then everyone would know Phillip had REJECTED her. See, she had no reason to embarrass the boy. SHE DID NOT.

Lifting her head just an inch or so she whispered back, "If you sit on me I will bite you. Hard." Narrowing her eyes in his general direction she rolled once more, onto her back, so she could see him properly. "I won't tell anyone, Bentley. I promise." She gave him a solemn, serious look. "What are you trying to figure out? I promise you won't find it in these books." SHE COULD HELP HIM FOR A PRICE!

Bentley was used to bites. He had a younger brother and a baby sister who both went through that whole biting phase. That wasn't to say that he enjoyed getting bitten though. Far from.

"Swear it on...swear it on your soul..may a dementor suck your soul if you tell anyone what I've been reading." Yes he was serious about it. Whether Dora would ever encounter a dementor was another issue all together.

"What I'm trying to figure out is if you girls are all so...so weird."

She watched him as he spoke, a DRAMATIC EYE ROLL leaving her at his suggestion that she swear on her soul. A SOUL. Whatever. "Bentley, I am not going to swear on my soul and I am also not going to say anything. You just have to trust me." She had not given him any reason to distrust her. None whatsoever.

What he said next truly brought her up short. Hah. HAHAHAHAH. Trying to suppress her smile she looked toward the floor. "When you figure it out let me know."

See this was what he was talking about. All of them were so bossy and never liked to do what was asked. Girls...Jeeez..couldn't even swear on the loss of her soul. But fine..it's not like if it got out she could deny that it was her since she was the only one who saw the book in question.

He raised his eyebrow at her. Well that would explain why he couldn't understand them. THEYdidn't even understand each other. What this meant was that he was on a never ending journey/ search for something that just did not exist.

"I thought the plan was for you to help, not the other way around." He said flopping back unto the bean bag that he had just recently vacated.

Dora was part Kennedy- part Umbridge... she did not take ORDERS from anyone. Ever. Except maybe her dad. She listened to him. And while she did kind of understand GIRLS, since she was one... he asked something quite specific. Why were they so WEIRD. That was a completely different story.

"I CAN help, but I can't tell you why we're weird. That would be like me asking you why all boys are rude and hateful oafs. You couldn't answer that question, could you?" No, of course not. Sitting up a bit she looked over at him and smiled softly. "Now, what else do you want to know about girls? Because we're all a little weird."

Bentley wiggled around on the bag until he sunk a little deeper into it and it hugged him like memory foam. Ah yes, now he was super comfy and feeling just a little less embarrassed.

"All boys are not rude and hateful oafs...just prefects...specifically Thorton and the other one." He had forgotten his name but not the role he played in getting his camera taken away. "That's it really....I just don't understand the questions and the stubbornness and refusal to take gifts without prodding..." Or maybe that was one girl in particular....but then....Liv was like that too so..hmmmm.