chocolates and cigarettes

Despite the satisfaction of being with his fellow Gryffindor mates again, the compartment was beginning to feel a little too crowded. It was also beginning to feel horrible sitting between Elliot and Millie Finnigan. Given how his morning had turned out, what with his parents forgetting that he was to return to Hogwarts, Trent was not in a cheery mood. Sure, the presence of the Gryffies had cheered him a little. Still, he was left with his wounds still stinging from his parents' actions. The fact that things had gotten awkward between him and Millie was not something fun either. He had wanted the girl's attention, an attempt to indirectly ask her to tend to his wounds for him. Unfortunately, he was not getting any. His failure to maintain his treatment of her like old times had jeopardised that opportunity.

Trent had excused himself, deciding to take a breather on the long train ride. Almost everyone had settled into their compartments hours ago. Most looked as if they were taking the customary nap, as he strolled down the train corridor and peeped into each compartment. On the way, the snack trolley had passed, and Trent bought Chocolate Frogs. As soon as they were bought, the boy set himself to eat one, but the frog escaped his ready mouth. Scowling, he was left to content himself with the Card of Babayaga. Cocking an eyebrow, he stared at her, presumably having eaten another child for a meal, and sneered in disgust. Ignoring the Card, Trent moved on to another Chocolate Frog, which he promptly stuffed into his mouth as soon as he tore open the wrapper. Yet another Babayaga Card. Shrugging, he slipped the cards into his pocket and continued to chew on his chocolate.

After quite a bit of a stroll, Trent found himself at the end of the train corridor. He opened the nearest window and leaned against the wall of the train next to it. Bored of the chocolate that he had finished in his mouth, the boy reached for the pack of cigarettes that he had in his back pocket. Soon, he had lit one cigarette up, and was smoking at where he was, ensuring that the smoke went out of the window, in case some goody-two-shoes should intrude and tell on him. He needed the relief without the consequences.