Trent Robinson (youboreme) wrote in wingardiumrpg, @ 2011-01-18 20:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | trent robinson, zoe robinson |
18 August 1975
Absolutely bored out of her mind (or, at least, that was what she told her mother), Zoe Robinson had flopped down on the grass in their backyard, doing nothing more than laying in the sun. She'd borrowed one of Joy's Witch Weeklys, but it just wasn't holding her attention. She sighed heavily and rolled over onto her back, shutting her eyes but making faces at no one in particular regarding her state of boredom.
Last night had been fantastic for Trent Robinson, but his morning was shite, thanks to his mother being bitch enough to wake him up at seven in the morning when he'd only gotten in at 1:30 in the morning or so. The hangover was murder, but he'd cleaned the loo just because she'd asked with that lying nice tone that meant he was a bad disappointing son, and now he just wanted to lay out in the sun and hopefully die. Apparently Zoe beat him there first, but he stretched out a few feet away from her anyway silently.
"You went out last night," Zoe finally said, by way of greeting.
"Yeah," he confirmed, offhand.
"Mum's really mad," she continued on.
It felt like his brain was trying to break out of his skull. "I noticed."
Well, he hadn't told her to shut up yet. "I don't think you should be friends with that girl, Trenty."
"Why not?" He was a natural contrarian anyway.
"She's not nice to people."
"She was nice to me last night," he said dryly. Very nice. Bloody sweet, when it came down to it.
"Trenty."
Trent tried his best to ignore that, because more often than not the little sister gambit worked too well on him. "I don't care, she's fit. And a decent kisser."
"Trenty! You don't kiss girls!" She made a face, even if he couldn't see it.
"I do and I did, and she's all about that Mudblood anyway so I'm finished with her." He waved it off.
There was a long silence. "That's a bad word."
"It's a true word." Trent closed his eyes -- the sun was too bright, at least for him today.
"Bet says it's bad," Zoe insisted. "It doesn't matter."
"Bet's a bloody Hufflepuff. She doesn't really understand how things work. It's all sunshine and shite when you ask her."
Zoe sat up. "Bet's smart," she corrected. "And she says blood might matter but you could be polite and nice about it, not a jerk."
"Just don't get too cosy with one of the 'Muggleborns,'" Trent said airily, using airquotes and all. "People get the wrong idea. Like Stanton's going to be a little tart the rest of her life, isn't anyone going to take her seriously because she's running around with a Muggleborn Jew."
Her brow creased. "Avi's a good musician. Be nice."
He rolled his eyes. "He's too old for you and eventually he'll wind up shagging Stanton, just get used to it."
She blinked a few times. "Too old for me to what? We go to music school together."
"Ugh." Trent sighed. "You're too little. Merlin."
"Too little for what? To have a friend? Because that's not fair!"
You're too stupid to understand anything I'm saying. "Never mind, you're right, that wasn't what I was saying anyway. Forget it."
She laid back down. "Johanna was being weird with Avi. And another boy. She just sounded ... like Mum, calling everyone darling."
Trent cracked a smile. "She's a freak. I like her."
"See, you're being weird."
"She's fit, I want to snog her, deal with it. She's easier to get than Annie Prod, at least."
"So you can like people to snog them but if I like people just to be friends, that's bad?"
"I'm older," he pointed out. "And I never said you couldn't be friends."
"Well, I tried telling you that Avi's my friend but -"
"But he's a Mudblood," Trent said flatly.
"He's smart," she argued back. "He's smart and good at piano. I like him."
"But his parents are Muggles and he's probably going to die within the next couple of years along with 'em."
Zoe choked. "Don't say that."
"Fine, I won't." He needed tea or something.
"Why are you being mean to me?"
"I drank last night and my head hurts, that's why."
"That's not my fault," she sulked.
"No, it's Mum's."
"I thought you liked me," she mumbled.
"I like you, I just had to clean the loo at 7:15 today," Trent pointed out with a sigh.
"I would have helped if you woke me up!"
"I'll remember that next time then."
"And then you won't be cranky."
Trent fell silent at that, then said, "Come in with me and I'll make you some tea."
Zoe sat up. "Just us?" she checked. "... and no more mean names?"
"No more mean names," he promised, doing his best to look nice or whatever.
At that, she jumped to her feet and held her hand out. "Then yes. We should have lemonade and not tea, though."
Trent took her hand and stood up. "I have to make lemonade?" he asked, a little put-off.
She bit back a smile. "You put extra sugar in," she reminded him in a whisper.
"Fine," he agreed, grumpily. "Let's go already."
Before he could go, though, Zoe flung her arms around his middle and hugged him tightly. "I'm really excited to go to school with you this year," she said into his clothing.
"Me too," Trent admitted, almost inaudibly. "Good to have you and all."
"I better be in Slytherin," she added.
"Oh, you will, don't worry about that." He patted her head. "Now let me go, I have lemonade to make."
She grinned and followed him back inside the house. "It's going to be brilliant, right?"
"100 per-cent," Trent said, mock-cheerfully, and seized her hand on the way back.