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Believing was never something that needed to be proved to be believed in. Millie almost voiced those almost exact words, but decided to voice it more carefully. "Believing isn't seeing something in order to know it's real, don't you think?" She voiced rather carefully. It wasn't that Millie thought Trevor was wrong, it was far from that. There was a lot of truth in what Trevor had told her, and she just wanted to sort out the exact difference of their opinions.

"It's scary sometimes." Millie replied. "Do go home over the summer and realize you feel powerless." Alright, now Millie was going a little to far into how she felt, and it made her slightly nervous. She had never really told anyone how it scared her to feel powerless.

In the matter of the owl, Millie was nearly relieved that the bird hadn't nipped her or tried to hurt her in some way. "Alright, Mr. Owl. What do we do with you?" Millie sighed, looking for the perch where the owl had come from. Taking a few steps away and lifting her arm up, the owl took that as a sign to fly off, and so it did up to the perch where Millie noticed the school owl Millie used often was sleeping.
"I think we'll just name him after what you just called him. Owl thing...has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?" Millie joked, turning back to Trevor.

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Trevor nibbled slightly on his bottom lip once more before crossing his arms over his chest to look like a stubborn child. He was really hoping this girl wouldn't try and persuade him that love was real, and use a bunch of cheesy lines on him that would soon have him barfing. Not literally, of course.. but on the inside, "Actually, I have to see it to believe it," he stated simply, "I mean, that's why I believe in ghosts. Because I've seen them. Before then I didn't believe in them," he explained, hoping he made sense.

He had never really thought of it that way, feeling powerless. He always had power even when he wasn't using magic. He always felt in power of something, for the most part. Whether it be friends or an object, he was strange like that, "Hm, never thought of it that way..." he mumbled, voicing his very thoughts. Maybe she felt quite differently than he did when she went home to her family.

Trev watched as Millie brought the owl over to a perch and it flew off, "Psh, that was easy," he grumbled. It didn't seem to be that willing to get off of him, but maybe it was just very familiar with that little perch, "Yeah, Owl Thing seems appropriate," he agreed, shrugging his shoulders slightly, "I was never very good with naming things," he added with a laugh, leaning back on the wall once more, "I named my ferret Poop Flake."

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Millie didn't want to fight. She hated conflict and avoided it like the plague. So, when Trevor crossed his arms across his chest, Millie decided to leave the matter to rest. "Alright...It's your life, your decisions." She said neutrally, leaning against the wall closer to her. Looking quickly to make sure she wasn't going to fall out a window, Millie settled against the wall.

Feeling stupid to even have suggested how she felt over the summer, Millie tried to think of ways to cover up what she had just said. Although nearly right away, Trevor admitted to never thinking of it the way she did.
"Uh...yeah..." She said slowly, tugging at her sweatshirt uncomfortably. I'm such a moron.

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After watching Owl Thing go fly off to wherever, Millie heard Trevor grumble about that being pretty easy which in truth, it had.
"He just likes me better." She said smugly with a smile. Laughing, Millie put her hands in front her waist in a weak crossing of arms. " 'Poop Flake'?" She asked. "Where did that come from?" [/blockquote][/size]

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Trevor couldn’t help but smile thankfully when she seemed to let the subject on love drop. It wasn’t normally something he talked about, since he found talking about it just a bit awkward, especially when many people didn’t see it from the point of view he did. He was just glad he wasn’t going to fight with Millie about it, since he didn’t want to anger her or anything, though he wasn’t going to lie about his beliefs just to make her happy.

He noticed her awkward reply, as if she was uncomfortable and hadn’t quite meant to say what she had said to him about going home. Figuring he didn’t want to get into a whole sappy conversation about feelings and everything, he decided to let that drop, too. He wasn’t very good with those conversations, and they had already had slightly deep and meaningful conversation topics already.

Trev smirked slightly, “Well, I guess I can’t blame him, then,” he replied, “Has to be a guy, then,” he explained og Owl Thing with a small chuckle as he let his eyes roam the owlery to rest on some random brow owl. Now that one could pass off for Poopsicle or something, “Uh, well, yeah.. The name just came to me one day and it seemed to suit him,” he explained, feeling a little stupid, “It was really random, but Poop Flake didn’t seem to mind,” he added with a small shrug, “Do you have any pets at home or anything?” he asked, not being able to remember if she had mentioned anything about her own pets.

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Millie felt relieved that Trevor had let both subjects drop. She was pretty trustworthy and let her feelings flow when given the chance, but at this point anything that Millie hadn't already told Trevor would be embarrassing. The problem was whenever Millie truly opened up to people at this point, they would drift farther until the only encounters she would have would be spotting them in the hallways and giving the awkward smile.

Not knowing if what Trevor said was a compliment, Millie still smiled and looked down slightly ashamed. "I would hate to have to live up to the name "Poop Flake"...at least not much would be expected from you" Millie said, laughing. "At least he didn't mind, though." She added, still giggling a little bit.

"Nope, no pets at home for me. Maybe I'll get a dog someday...I can't stand cats..." Millie said, trailing off. "Is Poop Flake the only pet you have? I know some people have millions of pets at home and then, like, a cat and an owl here." She asked, glad to be on a light hearted subject.

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Trevor strode away from the wall, toward a wooden perch that had a couple of brown owls on it. It must have been boring, being an owl. Except for when it had a letter to deliver, they just.. sat there. They didn't get to go around and have fun, so it seemed. Oh well, why was he pitying the owls? He turned to look back toward Millie with an amused expression,"Poop Flake is very fond of his creative name," he replied with amusement, "See, every other pet has a name that another pet has, but I bet no one else named their pet Poop Flake," he argued, "See, it's unique and different, which makes my ferret special," he finished, pleased with his explanation, "We call him PF for short, though. Sometimes it takes too long to call him Poop Flake.. But he obeys us more when we call him Poop Flake," he trailed off, realizing he was just going on and on.

"That sucks, pets are pretty cool," he replied, "All I have at home is a dog named 'Omg'," he answered, "Another unique name that no other dog has, I bet," he added, "He doesn't get out much, though.. my parents don't have time to take care of him, and me being here, I can't take care of him either. He pretty much lives in the backyard and is always lonely," he explained, "So I feel kinda bad for him, but I spend as much time as I can with him during the summer. I'll take him with me when I get my own place, obviously. He was more of my dog than a family pet, really," he felt like he was ranting again, "But Poop Flake runs free around the house. He can pretty much take care of himself fine. He tunnels through the walls and everything.. or something. It's kinda weird," he finished with a small shrug.

He turned to look at one of the brown owls that he was standing next to now, reaching a hand up to stroke his small head. Before he could manage to do that, though, the owl snipped at his finger with his sharp beak, "Ow! You son of a b-... butt nugget," he muttered, examining his bitten finger. It didn't look that bad, there wasn't even any blood or anything.. yet.

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"I do have to hand it to you for such a unique name. It's the name that will turn heads and be in magazines...up in lights." Millie said jokingly. "At least you'll never lose him, you know? Just call out Poop Flake and only one Ferret will show up." She laughed. Hearing about Omg upset Millie more than she thought she would. She put her hand to her neck and looked out the window and back to Trevor, feeling a crack and hearing it too. Rubbing her neck, she let Trevor continue.

"Aw...poor guy...I'm sorry." Millie said finally, looking sympathetic. However, she did think the whole "tunnel through the walls" idea for a Ferret sounded cool. And useful. "Wouldn't it be cool if Hogwarts had slides, as opposed to millions of stairs?" She thought out loud, picturing sliding into Defense Against the Dark Arts and smiling while hoping she didn't seem like a terrible person for switching topics so quickly.

When the Brown Owl bit Trevor, she jumped a little and walked over to him. "You alright?" She asked, and then raised an eyebrow. "Butt Nugget? Nice." Millie said, giggling but stopping almost right away.

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Trevor nodded, "Yep, that was pretty much the plan," he responded with a small nod. All of his muggle friends back at home always found it amusing that he named his pets so strangely. He was always the center of attention, though, with those random sort of things and the way he acted. He was practically a celebrity in his neighborhood because everyone knew him and he had quite the reputation. He was just one who loved the attention.

He couldn't help but frown slightly after thinking about his dog, 'Omg', again. He missed that dog, and was hoping he was doing fine. That was one of his least favorite names, but it was far too late to change the dog's name now. He preferred his nickname, 'O'. One letter, one sound, simple. He couldn't help but chuckle slightly at her change of subject, but was grateful, "Yeah, then we could, like, throw mud and water on them and it'd be an epic mud slide or something," he answered, grinning just at the thought. That would be really fun, something he would do in a heartbeat just for the fun of it.

Trev jammed the bitten finger into his mouth, thinking that somehow that would ease the stinging pain that the bird had inflicted. He glared at the owl, taking a couple steps back, away from it. He took his finger out of his mouth, rubbing it on his jeans as he spoke, "Now that would be a great name for an animal!" he said excitedly, "Yes.. it has a nice ring to it," he added. He examined his finger again, but there was no blood, only a small red spot, "Huh, yeah, guess I'm fine.. which is a shame, because I would love to sue this school if it had taken my finger off or something," he added with a grin toward Millie.