Benedict sat in the courtyard reading a novel to himself quietly. It was one that he and Miss Potts had decided to add to their private reading list outside of the book club and he was quite enjoying it. Unfortunately he was running behind on this chapter, owing to that embarrassing business of the detention. It had been a minor infraction, some otherwise harmless tomfoolery and showing off in class had gotten out of hand and the professor felt they were being disrespectful. In that regards the punishment fit the crime and he felt very much put in his place having to wait on his professors.

Very well, he could still get caught up and have his notes ready on the chapter for after boys book club.

"You!"

A shrill voice that he did not recognise pierced the air and startled him from his daydreaming. "Me?" he wasn't sure whether to run or to laugh at the way the young girl forcefully approached him. Probably for the best he chose neither, but he did let slip a small smirk as he pushed his mane of hair back out of his face. "How may I be of service, Miss...?" while the girl had a faint sense of familiarity, COMC being his favourite subject and Brierley his favourite professor, Benedict had absolutely no idea who he was speaking to. It was only polite to allow her to give him her name before she confronted him about, something?