Recent content by Benicio Matos

Benicio considered her response. It certainly wasn't what he'd expected to hear when he asked about the class. "Interesting, interesting. Do you think it's accurate?" he asked. Benicio's mother was a scientist, so he'd be primed towards skepticism of anything Divination related. Thst...

Benicio walked into the electives fair, but he wasn't sure what to do. Glancing around, he spotted Friday at one of the tables, and so he knew he wasn't going to start there. He went to a fairly empty table and paused. "What's Ar-ith-mancy?" he asked, the word not rolling off the tongue...

The Hufflepuff shrugged. It was true that they didn't know, but they also couldn't say for sure that he was wrong. So he was going to go on assuming he was right. Benicio looked at each path as Teddy pointed them out. They were both dark, the darkness seeming to grow the longer he looked...

"Teddy" Benicio corrected Friday as he listened to the two. He kept walking, not relaxed but noticing every little crack and snap less as he began to recognize his and the other two's foot falls. "Nah, I don't think the school follows that kind of logic. We have staircases that move on a...

Benicio let out a sigh of relief as Teddy said that he'd made the noise. The Hufflepuff heard Friday's comment and then shook his head. "Then why be so firm about telling us to stay away?" The second year didn't think the Headmaster was so firm about it for kicks. "I don't think they're just...

It was crazy how dark the forest was. It was like it sucked up the light, shadows making shapes that he did not recognize. He nodded solemnly at Teddy's words. "Very good" he breathed out. He could hear his heartbeat and wondered if the others could too. "I doubt that." Benicio liked to...

Benicio got the sense her apology wasn't fully genuine, but he was fine accepting it anyway. He watched as Teddy asked about the friend too, and watched Friday for her response. His eyebrow rose, but he stayed quiet because now they were at the point of no return. He either had to march into...

As soon as he crossed the finish line, Benicio let his body fall to the ground. He turned onto his back, completely drained of energy, his eyes unfocused as he just stared into the sky. They hadn't won, not by a long shot. And he wish he could say he had fun, but that hadn't happened either.

The second year didn't know how to answer Teddy's question. He didnt mind how Friday spoke to him, she was never mean. Benicio didn't think she'd be bothered by his words, but it seemed like she might be from her response. His expression turned sheepish for a second, but it didn't last long...

Benicio wasn't surprised to see Teddy exploring. They'd spoken about the forest before. He was about to greet the second year when the Gryffindor spoke, and he was aghast at the words. He definitely was not into the Gryffindor girl. "Eww, we are not a couple" he stated firmly. "We were just...

Benecio's jaw dropped at her words. How rude, he thought to himself. He took another few steps, feeling himself heading more towards the crowd and realizing he wasn't going straight again. He corrected and glanced up, seeing the finish line, still very much in the distance but at least in...

Benicio certainly was not thinking about going into the forest alone just then, but he'd stuck his foot in it, he realized. "So what if I am?" he asked. This close to the forest, the draw to enter was strong. And it wasn't as though the thought had never crossed his mind. He could feel his...

Benicio nodded eagerly. "Of course!" They were heavy but he knew he could do it. The Hufflepuff smiled when she said she wanted to hear about his break. "It was kind of boring. My mom works for the Department of Mysteries so she was gone for most of it. I just spent it with my grandmother...

"I aaaaam" he whined, disgruntled that she couldn't tell. Her timing was all off. He was on left when she said right, and he felt his arms trip up as his brain struggled to adjust. Benicio went down onto his face, eating some dirt. He fought the impulse to kick his legs away from Tempest...