"Were only fourth years, not like they count."

Trent stared. They were only fourth years? "But we're going into our fifth year. Might as well prepare for OWLS." Not that he was studying but slowly working toward having to study for the work load they would be recieving next year. He knew that it was hard. His brother was a fifth year and was always in the library - mostly because their father expected them to do well. Trent of course he didn't put as much pressure on, but Trent put the pressure on himself. He had to do just as well, if not better, than his brothers had.

"Don't we...I don't know...I heard if we don't pass our classes now, that we'll have to repeat a year or something." Trent shuddered at the thought. He would hate to have to be in school longer than he needed to be. Though, then again, going out into the real world was a bit scary as well. Trent knew he had connection for a good job, of course, still though, he sort of wanted to try and earn such a job first.

" Naturally, though if seriously injured the house elf is important. As some of my cousins at least don't have much of a time sense."

Trent toyed with the cuff of his button up as he listened to Dakota. His fingers worked at the material, cuffing it and then uncuffing it. He nodded his head and smiled a bit. "They'd just leave you there? Not realizing that it would be best to hurry?" He could just picture the other dawdling around, not a care in the world, not realizing their cousin was dying. For some reason it amused him, which was a bit morbid if you thought about it. "I can see where relying on family would present a problem then," he added with a nod. "Definitely going to have the house elf around when I practice."

"This year really is ending soon. "

Again, Trent nodded. "It will be sad to leave...I love it here...home will be nice though." His expression turned a bit day dreamish. "Sleeping in, eating whenever I want, being allowed to go wherever I want, do whatever I want, without any restrictions..." his voice trailed off. Ya, that sounded nice. He had no rules at home besides letting his father know where he was going and when he would be back and that he shouldn't fight with his brothers. Other than that, it was pretty easy going with Sheldon. "No more studying," he added with a laugh and then groaned as he glanced at his shoulder bag. "Definitely not studying until at least tomorrow, no more for today." He shook his head. "End of term is is sounding rather nice right now. If I didn't think I would need them later I would totally burn my books when I got home....probably wouldn't be the smartest thing," he grinned. "Maybe after seventh year...sort of a farewell to Hogwarts ceremony." He laughed at the thought.