It had been a long time since Trenton had attending a fancy dinner party. Mainly because he preferred other types of parties; household parties, bar parties, picnics, anything other than something that required him to be in a suit and tie. Then again he does look good in the crisp cut robes. But Trenton would rather be in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He does have to make an impression on the Wizarding World every once and a while, if his background in spell casting and ministry’s former desperate attempt to get him to join wasn’t enough proof of his talents.

The embarrassment across her face caught his attention. Trenton loved to play the part of the observer and as she turned her gaze away, the corner of his full lips curled up into a smirk. He had always been an old fashion style guy, which had magic of its own as he watched her break her eye contact with him. A lot of women weren’t used to the idea that a man could have old fashion ways that should have never gone out of style. But it was a simple tactic to help bring women at easy yet feel as light as air. Unlike a lot of other men, Trenton was a one woman type of guy until he lost interest in her. Assuming she could hold his interest, he’d gladly look past other woman to make sure that he stays on that girl’s good side. And right now, this woman had his attention; such a striking caramel colored woman. Yes, very striking indeed.

He slowly lowered her hand as she introduced herself, his voice dropped softly, almost into a whisper; as if it was a secret between the two of them, “The pleasure’s all mine.” A twinkle moved through his blue eyes as he pulled out his seat and sat down. Yes, right next to her. Fate truly is funny like that.

Attention moving from the gorgeous young woman to the man next to her, his full lips curled into a small closed mouth smile. “Yeah…” His voice didn’t sound all that pleased about the fact that the information was somewhat common knowledge, “But it wasn’t anything that exciting. I can assure you that.” Trenton tilted his head, his blue eyes examining Eric for a moment before his blue eyes expanded and he leaned forward, his arms resting gently on the top table. “I know you,” His lips curled into a grin, showing his straight white teeth as they spread across his face. “You went to Durmstrang as well, I knew your name was familiar.” With that he turned his attention to the rest at the table; the other two seemed confused so Trenton was more than happy to educate them. “This guy was one of the best Seekers to ever play at Durmstrang. If he was ever playing, the stadium was always full and even the people who had ‘too much homework’ would put it off just to watch him play.” He pulled back from the table, resting an arm along the back of the chair and his other placed gently on the table top. “Man, little old me at a table with a famous writer, a well-known Obiliviator, a childhood Quidditch ideal of mine and the most beautiful woman in the room; damn how did I get so lucky?” A charming smile moved across his face and got practically wide when his gaze landed on Parminder. Boy he was really lucky.

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