Trent was actually interested in Potter's Army. It was not a lesson, after all. Well, it was, sort of; except it was not mandatory, not exactly. Unlike lessons, Byron did not have to drag his friend along to ensure his attendance. Instead, both of them made their way from the Lake to the Room of Requirement, together. Earlier, they were chatting with a bunch of girls from Hufflepuff, who invited the boys to sit with them for a little picnic. Little was right, the picnic merely had cookies sent by the aunt of some girl. Trent was less interested. He was never really interested in pursuing anything with girls at Hogwarts, unless they came on to him. Besides, with what had happened between him and Millie, he really was less interested in them than at the prospect of seeing her. Byron, on the other hand, was friendly. He merely liked making friends, and to talk. He was married to Quidditch, after all. Quidditch and talk.
Trent merely lazed on the grass and watched Byron entertain the girls with his talk. Julia, the only girl whose name he could remember, had stared at him a lot. At one point, she reached to ruffle his hair at a comment that he had muttered nonchalantly. That made him shut up. He was not in much of a mood for her touch, not that he was ever going to be in one. He wanted Millie. He had become a soppy cow for that one girl. Byron was already getting tired of how difficult it was to earn his friend's attention. When he noticed the cold war between Elliot and Trent, he had probed, without result. And then Trent started to become a non-present being. As it was, Trent was never expected to be completely sober, so one never expected his complete attention. Recently, though, he seemed to be high on something else. His mind was always not present. Byron had given up repeating his words for Trent, deciding it was best to just let things be.
Finally, Byron had decided that they were running a little too late. Trent got up from his position eagerly, and dragged the other boy away from their new acquaintances. Julia had asked if she was going to see them again, but Trent had ignored the question, and tugged hard at Byron. They were going to be late, and Millie was going to be tat he Meeting. He wanted to hurry. Byron soon followed after him, muttering something about Roxi. Trent merely told him to hurry, ensuring him that they did not have to go fetch Roxi, because she probably was already there. Everyone, except them.
Trent pushed the door to the Room of Requirement and rushed in, in time to see Miseria Lupin point her wand to a dummy near her. Byron rushed in after him, announcing his presence with the loud squeak of his trainers. Trent merely nodded at Miseria, since she was still speaking. Byron, on the other hand, gave a wave, and a grin. Trent spotted Millie, but stood where he was, unsure of where he should put himself at. Byron made the decision. He walked, comfortably, to Roxi. Trent followed suit.
by Trenton Thomas Wed Sep 07, 2011 4:31 pm
