Parminder was rather intrigued by the turn of events. It wasn’t every day she got to learn about her former partner. Although her best mate, he’d always been rather private about his time at Durmstrang. He’d admitted once that he found his attendance rather embarrassing; when he had studied there, the school had made no secret of their training in the dark arts. 

“You played Quidditch?” She queried, turning her gaze on Eric. With a laugh, she punched him lightly in the ribs. “Of course you did! Merlin, is there anything you’re not good at?”

“Nah, I’m brilliant all around. Sorry to disappoint you, mate,” Eric was clearly enjoying the ego boost, leaning back more comfortably in his chair. Parminder rolled her eyes fondly. Of course, the git couldn’t cook to save his life, but somehow that didn’t quite even the scales.

“Prat,” she informed him good-naturedly, returning her gaze to Trenton. He spoke of their table highly, and she found her cheeks colouring when he referred to her, rather curiously, as beautiful. [i]The most beautiful woman in the room? Is he blind?[/i] She arched her brow at him, although the way he grinned at her—Merlin, she could almost believe him. There was something about the way he looked at her that made it seem like she was the only woman in the room. It was all-together an unfamiliar experience.

“Mind you,” Eric spoke smoothly, before she could ask if Trenton said that to all the women he met, “She’s annoyingly humble—she worked on the Umbra case a few months back, tracked the bastards right to their hidey holes. Wouldn’t have cleared it up without her, should be up for an Order of Merlin in my book.”

“I—no, look, I did my [i]job[/i], but it wasn’t just me. There were a lot of people working on stopping Umbra.” Parminder shot Eric a look, her brow raised. He smirked at her.

“Yeah, and [i]you[/i] found them. See? Annoyingly humble.”

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