Ben had been getting the occasional mocking 'Hun' from other students, mainly Slytherins, throughout the day, but he didn't really care. Honestly, he found it a little funny, even. As he, Carson, and Declan headed out of the castle and down to their next class, Care of Magical Creatures, he heard a sneering 'Hun' from none other than Draco Malfoy.
"Wow," Carson whispered in his ear. "You even got his attention."
Care of Magical Creatures without Hagrid was, to put it simply, much safer. All they had to do was draw a bowtruckle and while Ben wasn't exactly the most artistic out of his little trio, he could draw a decent stick man.
"Check out Mr. Stormy over yonder," Declan hissed, prodding Ben in the shoulder and pointing at North. "Bet'cha 5 Galleons if you go over there and try to chat with him he won't answer or he'll tell you to piss off in the most un-nice way possible."
"I'll take that bet," Ben replied, finishing up the head of the bowtruckle. He still had some work to do, but it was alright, mostly done. Abandoning his work, with Declan looking on eagerly - Carson was still drawing - he made his way over to North, a grin on his face.
Stopping beside North, he'd observe the drawing that the Slytherin was working on. Actually pretty good, he had to admit. "Wat'cha doing?" He asked in a sing-song voice, knowing that North would probably hate that he asked a question with an obvious answer. Although, in a whisper, he added, "Hun."