Apr 14, 2017
@barbarcgriffiths
After a brutally lost Quidditch game, Brent was glad that he had taken Nadia up on her offer for a night off Prefect duties. This was a far more peaceful way to spend the evening, without having to manage drunk Gryffindors and enduring snide remarks that undoubtedly would have been flung his way. Hands draw into his pant pockets, he turned to regard his companion. “Was there anywhere that you wanted to go first?” This was a rare occasion where Brent didn’t have a structured plan. Even if he had been the one to suggest the outing, he didn’t want to dictate what he and Barbara did. “We can stop by Spintwitches, if you needed an ice pack for that hit you took earlier?”