"I don’t have a specific plan," Trent said simply, answering her question with his usual brevity. He let the silence linger for a moment, as if satisfied with the answer, but then, almost as an afterthought, he added, "I might start with a coastal village or a river town. Somewhere t...

Trent’s smile deepened as Isobel spoke about their late-night adventure, his amusement clear in his eyes. The way she admitted to the thrill of it made something stir inside him; a quiet excitement at the idea of giving her more experiences like that. He had always been good at avoiding trouble, but...

As expected, Isobel was speaking faster than usual, her words tumbling over each other as if she were nervous. Trent couldn’t quite figure out why she would be, though he couldn’t deny that he liked the soft pink flush on her cheeks. Trent’s gaze then drifted to Isobel’s lips, as it often did, but t...

Trent watched as Professor Forrester's owl landed on his outstretched arm and tore into her meal. He had never been especially drawn to animals, but he didn’t mind them either, and the sight reminded him of his own owl back in the school Owlery. "I've got a Pharaoh Eagle Owl. I met her in Egypt...

Trent froze as Isobel danced before him, caught off guard by her question and how much he liked the way her nose wrinkled when she grinned. His gaze lingered for a second too long, his captivation by her at odds with his usual self control. “No, I’m not allergic,” he said, a faint smile tugging at h...

Professor Sigma’s acknowledgment of his honesty was a small reprieve, but it didn’t bring Trent much relief. The opportunity to defend himself was unfamiliar to him; he broke rules often and accepted punishments in cool silence, aware that he usually deserved the consequences. And despite the measur...

Trent's curiosity about Isobel's shopping heightened with her cryptic remark about his gift not being in the bag, and his earlier anxiety regarding their gift exchange surged back with renewed intensity. At the thought that Isobel might give him something more than just a friendly gift, dread settle...

Trent stood motionless, his arms held stiffly at his sides while Isobel clung to him, her arms wrapped around his. There was no visible reaction on his face as he stared straight ahead, his mind racing with thoughts about her behaviour tonight. Was Isobel always this physically affectionate with peo...

Trent's brow furrowed slightly in concentration as he listened intently to Professor Forrester's assessment of the Ministry of Magic. He had already learned that Professor Forrester was not one to paint a rosy picture, and as the professor began on a somewhat optimistic note, Trent couldn't help but...

With just a minute to spare, Trent casually slipped into the greenhouse and scanned the classroom for Kyle, who always saved him a seat. Today, the greenhouse was more crowded than usual, and as Trent's gaze landed on several unfamiliar, younger faces, a fleeting thought crossed his mind - had he po...

Trent's thoughts had been so completely consumed by the challenge of finding the perfect Christmas gift for Isobel that he had been wholly unaware of her presence until her gloved fingers covered his eyes. Stiffening automatically at the unexpected touch, he soon relaxed as Isobel's voice reached hi...

Trent hadn't toppled the suit of armour intending to show off, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as Isobel seemed impressed by it. Admittedly, it had been a simple Banishing Charm, but he supposed that she had been more impressed by his ability to cast it non-verbally rather than...

Trent had anticipated a simple response, and the unexpected depth of Professor Forrester's answer took him by surprise. As the professor began to delve into his reasons for not joining the Order of the Phoenix, Trent realized this was far from his usual interactions with teachers. At that moment, as...

Maintaining a seemingly casual demeanour, Trent's heart raced as he approached Professor Sigma's table. Nodding in response to her invitation, his voice only broke the silence when she made it clear that she was not going to look at him. "Thank you," he said quietly, pulling out the chair ...

Saturday, 10 December 2005 12pm As the only all-wizarding village in Britain, Hogsmeade was always buzzing with activity during the month of December as witches and wizards from all over the country readied themselves for Christmas. This particular morning, the already lively streets were even more...

Trent had been relieved that not only did Professor Forrester genuinely seem to understand his plight, but that he didn't offer any words of encouragement or guidance. Trent didn't need to hear a bracing "Only eight more months!" -- he told himself that every morning -- and, as he preferre...

By their seventh year at Hogwarts, Nova had come to know Trent fairly well and she was one of the few people, if not the only person, who could read the real mood behind his veil of indifference. He was silent as he considered her accusation of being cranky, and then the corners of his lips turned u...

Isobel seemed to think that he had ulterior motives for helping her, and though Simone and the others were far from 'damsels', Trent supposed he couldn't blame her for her suspicions. But for the first time, he was bothered by the judgement, and feeling a scowl threatening to break through stoicism,...

While he still believed that Rachel should have minded her own business, Trent felt a twinge of guilt for his sharpness towards her. As his and Simone's "relationship" was only one of convenience, he had no idea who her friends were, but it would explain why Simone had been so stupid to as...

Isobel fretting about getting him into trouble was a stark comparison to Simone, who had just an hour ago shrieked that she did not care if Trent got detention two nights in a row as long as she made it back to Ravenclaw Tower safely. He felt simultaneously touched and unnerved with Isobel's compass...

Based on the little experience he had working with cursed objects, Trent had a feeling that the Integumentum Shield Charm would not be very effective, but he was still disappointed when his doubts were confirmed by Professor Forrester. As the spell had been developed by the professor himself while h...

"Well, I'm not going to sit here all night and listen to you," Trent answered, a laugh finally escaping through his mask of indifference. At Rachel's interjectjon, Trent turned to look at her with an expression of mild derision on his face. "I'm sorry - how does this concern you, exa...

Trent shrugged noncommittally at her suggestion that most people wouldn't sneak out in the middle of the night to help a Thestral; he never paid enough attention to what other people were doing to say one way or the other. She then spoke so quietly that he almost missed her next words, and unsure if...

" What 'look'?" Trent asked tightly, a hint of his frustration and indignance finally breaking through his usual calm façade. He stared down at her, his jaw clenched as he tried to understand how she had gotten so adversarial when all he had tried to do was help her. Letting out a breath,...

Still turned towards Wright, Trent leaned back against the table, resting on his elbows. His body language and expression were both casual, but his eyes danced with amusement as Wright carried on portentously, as though his authority over Trent was supposed to be intimidating. Trent said nothing at ...