Millie had gone missing. As usual, the Gryffindor Common Room was almost weary of a boy, restlessly and impatiently scraping at the floor in expression of his frustration at the absence of his girl, who was spending far too many hours shifting from armchair to armchair, wall to wall, waiting for Millie. This time, the girl had not appeared for far too long. Trent had expected things to have gotten better, and hopefully, easier after he had wrapped Millie in his arms once again at the Clock Tower. Yet, a day after what felt like the happy day in a long while, the girl had mysteriously disappeared. He had waited anxiously for her return to the Common Room, wanting only to wrap her in his arms again after her detention with ProfessorFelix Barker. Too bad for Trent, he remembered feeling his breath get a little heavier than usual after just three pages of getting through his Potions textbook, and the next time he opened his eyes was when Otto, an oddly cheery third year, was shaking him awake. By the time Trent got to the Great Hall, some of the students were already leaving it, having satisfied their tummies' calls for breakfast already. Even then, there was no Millie. Not one to give breakfast a miss, Trent had, however, merely grabbed a toast, and ran off to Ancient Runes, hoping to be right there at the classroom's entrance to catch Millie. It was in vain. The classroom was almost filled, and the Professor had glared at Trent, as if assuming that the boy was up to no good again, refusing to enter the classroom despite being the first to be waiting outside of it. Disappointed, Trent had settled into the classroom, his stomach punching its owner for sacrificing its satisfaction over some girl. The girls who had sat next to him had giggled at the incessant growling his hunger had produced. As if he was not already perturbed by the absence of Millie, but he had to put up with this sort of embarrassment. It was mild, yes, but it was still an embarrassment. No teenage boy at that age would appreciate being a joke to a bunch of girls.
Of course, Trent had believed that the problem could be easily solved by merely asking Elliot about the whereabouts of his sister. That is, if they were on talking terms, even. The last thing Trent wanted to talk to Elliot about was Millie. It was the very cause for their fall-out. And so, Trent merely sat through his classes and brooded. Back in the Common Room, the boy had literally shifted his Dormitory outside, falling asleep on the floor next to a cold wall. Elliot had caught sight of a sleeping Trent and merely frowned. It was easy to assume what Trent was out in the Common Room for, partaking in uncomfortable sleep. His worry about his missing sister grew at the sight of Trent. It was as if, if he did not know where Millie was, he trusted the other boy to. It was disconcerting to see the other boy suffering for his sister's absence too. Too bad for both of the boys, however, pride was the biggest obstruction that deprived them of coming together regarding Millie's disappearance. The only other person who noticed the odd situation was Byron, who became worried too. After all, whatever happened to whoever in the Gryffindor Gang concerned him.
Excitement ruptured the unusually stale air that seemed to have stifled the entire Castle, on the morning of the first Hogsmeade weekend. Trent was woken by the din in the Common Room. He had opened his eyes to a group of older Gryffindor girls who stared at him in disbelief. His dishevelled appearance merely convinced them that he had been a wreck again the night before, the usual odd substances that the boy was often consuming. Trent was not in the mood to bother with their dirty looks. He had sat up, scratched at his scalp, and stretched. And then, his eyes scanned for Millie. No sign of her, still. As much as Trent wanted to stomp into the Girls Dormitory to look for her, he held back. The last time he had done so, he was called into detention because some girls saw and reported him to the Prefect, who reported him to the Head of House. While everyone streamed out of the Common Room eagerly, Trent stayed behind, still hoping to see Millie appear, wanting to admonish her for not being the one who was looking for him instead. That is, until Byron came to drag him out of his corner, telling him that Roxi had said that Millie had not gotten back to the Dormitory ever since two nights ago.
Even with that new knowledge of Millie's whereabouts, or the lack of it, Trent could do nothing. He wished he could track her somehow, somewhere, but how, what, which, where, and when? Sulking, all the worst possibilities popped up in his head. Oddly, Trent had forgotten about the fact that Millie had gone missing after she had hurried away to detention with Felix. He had also not thought it possible for her to be maimed. The worst thought that came to his mind was of her being tupped away by a boy who was not him. As soon as Trent let that thought probe his head, his anger only grew and grew. So this was how it's going to be, he thought bitterly. Byron looked happier than ever, as if something worth whistling all day about had happened, that Trent did not know about. As a result, Trent began to obviously shove his temper around Byron. The other boy had been puzzled at first. And then, he had lashed back, annoyed to have his goodwill and good cheer put down by one of the sulkiest boy in Gryffindor history, he had thought. That ultimately rendered Trent alone at Hogsmeade, looking blankly at people who walked past him.
When he returned to Hogwarts, Trent was surprised to see Byron running towards him in a frenzy. Trent had strolled back slowly, now choosing to roam outside more than the tight walls around everywhere in the Castle. While he had expected more lashings from their earlier childish argument, Trent was instead told by an almost breathless Byron that Spencer had found Millie. At the word of "Hospital Wing", Trent made a dash for it, running like he had never run in a long, long time, as if he was escaping from a previous prison, a free man at last. What he saw upon his arrival, however, was far from liberty. Lavander Finnigan had took one look at Trent, and ran to embrace him, sobbing. Quickly, though, she recovered. Elliot refused to look at Trent. Seamus gave Dean's son a slight smile. The three reactions, although unlike each other, were omens to the boy. Something bad had happened to Millie. He had a slight inkling of that already when he was running to this part of the school. One only landed at the Hospital Wing when one was hurt. Usually, too, parents were not seen at school. With his heart battling hard against the limits of his chest, Trent burst into the Wing, stopping in his tracks as soon as his eyes found the girl. Transfixed, Trent felt his jaw drop involuntarily. And then, he walked to her bedside. The girl was asleep, or unconscious, he did not know and he could not bear to ask. A slightly trembling hand landed on a bandaged one resting on the bed, touching it uncertainly. And then, Trent turned and ran out of the Wing.
The boy did not stop until he arrived at his Dormitory. While he had wanted to jump into bed and will himself out of the feelings that felt like the aftermath of a nightmare, Trent merely sat at the end of his bed and stared at the ground. He sat like this for a long, long while. And then, after the initial shock of having to look at the battered sight of Millie, Trent began to blink hard, and then quickly. And then he realised what he had done. He had ran away from her, ran away because the sight had killed him. But she needed him, he thought. Whatever that had happened to her showed its traumatic value on her body, the body he was supposed to protect. But he had ran, and now he regretted it painfully. Standing up quickly, Trent walked out of the Dormitory and the Common Room, and made his way quickly back towards the Hospital Wing. He only hoped she would not be alone when she awoke. He wanted to hold her now, hold her and then make sure he knew what had caused her injuries. Who, rather. He had not heard any word earlier. There was no chance that he had left for anyone to tell him the altered version of whatever story of Millie's trauma. She looked so battered that Trent assumed someone had done it. He thought of the faces of the Slytherins who always had an impetus against the gang, ready to point his finger and soon his wand at them. As much as Trent had never used any of the Unforgivables before, seeing that it was almost never used by students and good wizards alike, he was already using it in his mind, fuming with anger for what he thought they did to Millie.
As soon as Trent got himself past the doors of the Hospital Wing, he halted. Someone was in bed with Millie. He stared, his fists slowly clenching, taking in what Spencer had said to the girl, making all the quick assumptions one jealous boy could make about them. Then there was laughter. Millie laughed. Trent made the final clenches of his fists, blinking back angry tears, more because he did not want to appear weepy when he was supposed to man up. In the midst of his anger, Trent had almost forgot that Millie was hurt. He was, above all, mindful that she who he believed to be his, selfishly, looked happy with another boy. In spite, he almost let out a subversive laughter, as if the game was over and the joke was on him, all this time. He could not believe he had trusted Millie with his heart. Then again, she was his best friend. If he did not trust her, who else could he trust? All the angry, impatient, and misled thoughts engulfed Trent's mind. In the brashness of his anger, the boy whipped out his wand. "I won't let you have her without a fight," he finally spoke. The volume of his challenge boomed through the almost silent Wing. Of course, he did not consider if he was possibly making a fool out of himself. His heart spoke, and his actions followed.