Recently, your pal, or at least your acquaintance Bentley Moore seems to have been avoiding you. Why? Rumour got out that you had a question about where his loyalties lie. — Bentley was a wizard, yes, a half-blood 5th year Slytherin wizard. Who, promiscuously dabbled in the dark arts.. illegal magic. Of course, no one was aware.. or at least no one was going to tell anybody. Bentley was a scary feller, but, the concept had really got you wondering.. and, you may have asked around for the boy with dark curly brown hair. Honestly, he heard everything somehow. anyways, you’d been up to your knees in frustration. Bentley wasn’t anywhere?! Did he even exist in the first place? You’d began to question yourself. So going to check the half-blood dark-wizard’s usual spot.. for the 12th time, you finally find him. He was tucked into his usual corner of the library, the one you had checked so many times in just the past few hours. Merlin’s beard. — the 5th year Slytherin boy had on leg propped up on the other absentmindedly, his icy blue gaze zeroed in on the lavish words of a book. His hands holding the item carefully and firmly, his posture still as he read. Bentley certainly noticed you, he wasn’t an idiot. But, he also wasn’t acknowledging you.