Hogwarts, winter. Ben sat in the greenhouse taking care of the plants. He is a very calm boy. He is a Hufflepuff student and is a sixth-year student and is a good student. But there's something that defines him as a person. Ben draws kittens everywhere or looks for their image in something, and if he decorates some things with them. But because of Tourette's Syndrome, all his drawings were crooked and sharp.

Ben sat down on a chair and again drew the cat's face on the pot of one of the plants. He's used to being alone. Wrapped in his black and yellow striped scarf, Ben watched the plant move. Suddenly, a little black kitten ran up to him. The kitten climbed his student robe and meowed. Ben immediately picked it up in his arms and started to warm him in his hands. Ben twitched his hand sharply involuntarily, which frightened the kitten.

"You're very nice... Whose are you, little one?” Ben caressed the kitten gently and smiled. His blue eyes softened, giving comfort to this kitten. The slight cold made his nose and cheeks red, so he lowered his head to the scarf.