"Arya! Over here!" shouted a familiar voice as Arya was walking with his head turned down, hoping that someone would try picking a fight with him again.
"Geez, you don't seem too happy about joining the disciplinary committee. Are you okay?" asked Trent as he got up from the table that he and the rest of the group were sitting at and approached Arya.
"Look man, if you're having regrets about joining, you could always give your uniform to me," said Trent, patting Arya's shoulder.
"Or at least help me score a few girls before you quit. You look good man, and the ladies seemed to have noticed as well," whispered Trent as he waved at a girl who was staring at Arya.
"What are you guys doing over there?" asked Neville who was sitting at the same table as the others as well.
"Arya and I were just about to go pick up a few friends, you guys can eat without u-" Trent was about to say before Arya brushed past him and took a seat at the table.
