-- Trent's Uniform --

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Trent Travis wasn't known for being rather... Creepy. Today, his creepiness was rather blatant. The Slytherin sat down and leaned against the wall, legs outstretched in front of him. His hands remained on his camera, ready to snap a picture of unsuspecting passersby... It was their fault for not seeing the Travis boy's long legs blocking their way. He had gotten a few pictures of people tripping over his feet. It was wonderful. It was like they were too stupid to notice Trent sitting right in front of them.

He remembered reading an article about how people blocked out images when their mind was preoccupied... Which explained why some people believe "that tree came out of nowhere" when they aren't paying attention in their car. Trent wouldn't admit that he read a lot of newspapers and magazines. Reading helped him become a better writer, naturally, and Trent really enjoyed writing. Typically poetry, but he had written out notebooks of stories.

Today was his photography day, however. He took pictures of unsuspecting students and placed them up on his dormitory wall. The wall had been getting rather filled up, so Trent had to finally take down his Ollie Foley pictures... But he didn't exactly mind. Sure, he spent a large amount of time thinking about that girl. But he had moved on. He had moved on to Darcy, who got expelled, and then Mysti... Who he hadn't seen in a very, very long time. It was sad, really... Especially since he was so depressed that he decided to go on a date with Bellatrix Dark.

The Slytherin didn't exactly know how to feel about his decision. He still had feelings for Mysti, yet he couldn't deny an opportunity to go on a date with an attractive female. Mainly, Trent was upset and Bella was basically a rebound. His interest in her probably wouldn't last... Since she was like a cat in heat.

A couple began snogging down at the end of the hall. Trent twisted his lens, zooming in on them, and he snapped a few frames. That would be going on his wall... Definitely. Trent's main issue was that he wanted to see Mysti again. See how she was doing... Or who she was doing. He had asked around, but no one in Slytherin knew anything about a Hufflepuff. He had forgotten he was the only accepting bloke in the whole school.

It was all due to Trent being an orphan... And a muggleborn. If he hadn't had such a crap life, he probably would be rather snippy and douchey. Alas, Trent was technically sweet underneath it all. He just had to put up a fight. There was no way no bad boys were getting into his no-no spots. He had to make sure that people thought he was tough... And not just some quivering, sad puppy.

He snapped another picture of someone tripping over his legs and chuckled. They scurried off and he simply admired his photography. Trent was a rather elegant photographer. He was simply good at art in general, even if he called it bollocks all the time. His Polaroids came out rather nicely... He laid each of them down to dry off by his side. He knew not to blow on them or to shake them around, since it'd lower the quality. He wished he could use a fancy schmancy digital camera... But those didn't work in Hogwarts.

Altogether, he had thirty pictures by his side. Each of them dried so he decided to stack them up and make sure no harm got to them. He was getting used to being alone again. Trent wasn't sure if he liked that fact or not.

Wandering. It was something Mysti did often these days.  Especially on weekends, like this lovely Saturday.  Well, she didn’t really know how lovely it was, as she hadn’t been or really looked outside.  But light shone in from the windows, so she figured there was some lovelyness to the day.  Either way, Mysti didn’t much care for outside right now.  Just focused on where she was going at the moment.  Which was... somewhere.

She’d been doing better, Mysti had.  Despite her previous bout of depression at the beginning of the year.  She still had those moments, and one was kind of happening at the current moment.  But at least the Hufflepuff had been in public more, having started with Fauna’s party. Of course, the talk with Chance had also helped.  Somewhat.  There wasn’t too much that could help with her missing Trent.

It had been nearly 3 months and she’d only had a couple awkward sightings. Well, she’d seen him, but wasn’t sure if he’d seen her.  Therefore, Mysti was deciding it was an awkward sighting.  She’d desperately wanted to talk to him, despite her friends not thinking she should.  Of course, they didn’t see the Trent she saw.  They couldn’t tell why she liked him.  Sometimes, Mysti wasn’t sure why herself.  but then she’d remember having fun at the dance, and their snowball fight and stuff.

So here she was walking around now on the third floor, trying to think of things other than things that had been bothering her. Which was normally a bit difficult.  And also difficult when the hallway Mysti was about to turn down held the very boy she was thinking about.  When she turned the corner and saw someone trip over someone’s legs, Mysti giggled. Not too loud. But soon she put her hand to her mouth to stop the laugh.  She saw who had tripped the younger student. And it was Trent Travis.  And she decided to not turn around and go the other way like her body was about to do.  Instead,  she continued walking down the hall, straight towards him.

“Hi, Trent.” Mysti said, taking notice of his collection of pictures.  She was trying her best to not seem too awkward. But she just really wanted to talk to him. “Those are great pictures.”

There. Hopefully unawkward conversation started. Mysti wasn’t sure how it would go, but she was talking to him and that was really all that mattered at the moment.