Benjamin Chase
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The second semester has already started and yet, Benjamin Chase still cannot feel the pressure that is was bringing to other students. He gave in to his fate about classes, but still, there was no stress at all that was entering his body. It was a good thing to feel, because just looking at the other people made him smirk as he watched them do piles of homeworks that the professors give them almost every lesson in their class. It was irritating the boy, yes, but he was already used to it. His parents had already told him and warned him about that and it was actually great that he always would remember it. Benjamin visioned Hogwarts New Zealand almost correctly as his father and mother explained it to him. The Chase family was a quiet yet wealthy one, that did not want to involve themselves in the Dark Arts. Though, Benjamin wanted to change that. He soon will be the head of his family, but he wanted to change their old practices. The boy yearned to gather information about spells that are to advanced for him but he did not care. People would not know anyways, unless his parents would finally track his interests down.
Benjamin found the Great Hall a usual place to hangout with fellow friends and mates. He even sometimes found some love birds hanging around, displaying to much attention. He never bothered to sneer at them, knowing that it will just ruin his image and waste his time. Benjamin would probably do that, but maybe in his next years in Hogwarts. Starting his third or fourth year, he can probably do that to others. For now, students had arrived already and there have been noise slowly roaring from time to time. Slowly, he slipped in one of the seats that was vacant and grabbed the goblet that was just near his empty plate. Cautiously, he poured water to fill it in and took a small sip. It was nearly refreshing, but there was a small part of it that did not make it one good treat. Sighing, he shrugged as he held in his grip and looked at the massive mob around him. The table that contained the least people were the Slytherins, who were just sitting among themselves, planning to do their own business quietly. "Muggle Borns." Benjamin hissed under his breath. He never liked talking to them or even spending time with them. They were one curious crowd, always blabbering about how magic is wonderful and all those rubbish. As the Slytherin looked at them, he saw a female student that was surely older than him. She was walking, confidently with her head held high. She's flaunting it, he thought. He turned his head away from her sight and waited to see where she would sit. Somehow, he had a strong feeling that she belonged in Slytherin with him.
Benjamin found the Great Hall a usual place to hangout with fellow friends and mates. He even sometimes found some love birds hanging around, displaying to much attention. He never bothered to sneer at them, knowing that it will just ruin his image and waste his time. Benjamin would probably do that, but maybe in his next years in Hogwarts. Starting his third or fourth year, he can probably do that to others. For now, students had arrived already and there have been noise slowly roaring from time to time. Slowly, he slipped in one of the seats that was vacant and grabbed the goblet that was just near his empty plate. Cautiously, he poured water to fill it in and took a small sip. It was nearly refreshing, but there was a small part of it that did not make it one good treat. Sighing, he shrugged as he held in his grip and looked at the massive mob around him. The table that contained the least people were the Slytherins, who were just sitting among themselves, planning to do their own business quietly. "Muggle Borns." Benjamin hissed under his breath. He never liked talking to them or even spending time with them. They were one curious crowd, always blabbering about how magic is wonderful and all those rubbish. As the Slytherin looked at them, he saw a female student that was surely older than him. She was walking, confidently with her head held high. She's flaunting it, he thought. He turned his head away from her sight and waited to see where she would sit. Somehow, he had a strong feeling that she belonged in Slytherin with him.