OOC: It looks great! No worries.

Trent wasn't necessarily sure what he wanted. For a minute he wanted to continue walking past Dakota and continue on his search for a sancturary. It would give him some time to think, but then again, Trent wasn't sure he really wanted to be left alone with his thoughts. It was why he had paused before deciding to go back to his housemate. Company wasn't such a bad thing, and he desperately needed some good company at the moment.

Dakota was a good housemate. Trent didn't have any problems with him. It was another reason why he went back to the other Slytherin. Besides, he was a bit curious as to what  exactly Dakota was doing. Something struck him as odd when he walked past the other. It would have been easier for Trent to ignore it and go on his way, but he wasn't in the mood to be, well, moody.

But he really should just go back to the his dormatory, drop off his books at least, and then come...no, no, that was stupid. Trent was confused. He wasn't sure what to do, so he ended up going with his second decision and went back to Dakota. That was when he made his assumption about the spying.

"It is only spying if they are trying to hide something."

Trent couldn't help but smirk. "You have a point there. Not much they can do about it though," he gestured to the window that gave them easy access to viewing the practice. "It's interesting, most teams don't mind if others watch their practices, but the instant someone from an opposing team is there, all sorts of accusations are devised." He shook his head but grinned. Conspiracy among the quidditch teams was just a political part of the sport. 

Watching the team, Devon leaned against the wall, his arms folded across his chest. He turned and looked sharply at Dakota and chuckled about his comment on the willow. "Definitely more entertaining. There are only so many times you can watch the willow to see what it will do next." It had fascinated his first couple of years, but after a while that fascination wore off.

"So what you planning with that many books?"

Trent glanced down at his books and winced. "I was studying with my brother, but then we got into a fight-" he rolled his eyes; they were always fighting "and got kicked out the library. I didn't want to go back to the common room with him, so..." his words trailed off there and he shrugged. His gaze fell back to the quidditch team with envy. "I thinking of trying out for the team next year," he blurted out before turning bright red. He hadn't really don't anyone of his plans yet. But maybe, perhaps, Dakota would think he was cooler and less boring if he knew of such plans; subconsciously that must of been the reason for his blurting out of that idea.