<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/SbHFSeL.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Trent Weaver<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Yellow and black knit sweater with a badger on it, (thanks mum!) Dark wash jeans, black and white converse.<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Halfblood<br/><strong>Wand</strong>: English Oak, 10", Unicorn Tail Hair, Springy<br/><strong>House/Year</strong>: Hufflepuff<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>Friday | September 29th, 2017 | Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Bonfire<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Awkward and open for interaction.<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>[Open]<br/><hr/><br/>Trent heard about the bonfire. You'd have to have been living under a rock not to have heard being at this school. As he'd found out the rumors at Hogwarts travel fast like some kind of wildfire; once they started there was no hope of containing it on your own. You may as well let it burn and feel the singe. He talked to a few of his housemates about it, but not much. It was awkward, being so new. Most of his conversations were basic small talk; things to get you buy and into an awkward situation before you tried to find a way out until you could figure out how to human properly. the best social experience he'd had so far was in chorus, which was pretty pathetic. He was just really nervous. Some of the guys were just really attractive which was distracting in its own right, and anyone else just felt intimidating. So many people from so many walks of life, and all of them on different levels of education, some having gone through a muggle education or some form of private schooling, but a great number having been home schooled. It left him rather nervous when he brought up muggle technologies or ink pens rather than quills and people taking that as if he were a muggle himself.<br/><br/>Well, he showed them just how separated from the magical world he was when he swooped in and snatched a chaser position on the Hufflepuff team from one of the upperclassmen. It was still pretty difficult for first years to get on the team even with Hogwarts accepting them at such a late age. It was the difference of talent, and training. It only took a slip up at try outs for someone to lose their spot and be benched. Well, you could say that finally gave him his conversation piece as he went from the awkward turtle in the room to being welcomes with arms slung over his neck and cheers from his house mates for the coming year of Quidditch games.<br/><br/>Now he had to go to the party. There was no stopping it, honestly. The Quidditch team was going; most of them at least; and they were dragging him along with or without his permission. there were a lot of people there, too. Mostly faces that he vaguely recognized from his classes, but it being only so long in the year only a few stuck out as people he'd recognized and from where, and those tended to be the cute guys his eyes found very easy to rest on. And they did.<br/><br/>Trent felt a hand ruffle his hair letting out a strangled yelp and quickly fixing his hair back in place;<em> 'common, firsty! This your first party?'</em><br/><strong><br/>"Hah! You wish!" </strong>Except,<strong> "it totally is, so don't wish too hard." </strong>He smirked back at the older student, getting a couple laughs and claps on the back before one of them went 'squirrel' over some other Quidditch players in the proximity and a few of them went running off to chat leaving him relatively alone. That was fine by him, for the moment. He was feeling like a massive third wheel. A nervous part of him said he should probably take the chance to run back to bed to get some Zzzs, but a larger more eager part of him screamed to stay. He really did need to get out and actually talk to his fellow students. They all looked kinda busy, though. Talking to someone else, or, well... someone had a rat or something over there?