Billy and Benedict.
Benedict wandered around the castle bored out of his mind. There was nothing to be read, he'd already read all of the books he'd brought from home and all of the books worth reading in the library had been read and he was not desperate enough to read the others. He supposed the castle was fairly interesting, but no where near interesting enough to stimulate him.
For the first time in his life, he was actually considering talking to people. They were at least semi-amusing, frustrating, but amusing. Someone would keep him engaged for long enough to not turn to... that. He placed a lit cigarette between his lips, and took a long drag. Where did people find others anyway? How do you start conversations again? He thought for a minute. People walked those corridors everyday, if he just stood and waited a while, he'd find someone.