(Open) Writing away

Divination was in his blood. Or at least Trenton thought anyways. Heck his mother was a seer. Yes he had one prediction but he wasn't even sure if it was a true vision. Yes people die and that isn't something one can't normally one can predict. It happens but it was the way he had saw it though had scared him. With the news he had of his grandmother in his hands he was a bit sad but then again he knew she would pass away one of these days. She was getting really old anyways and he loved her dearly.

Of course the twenty-five year old thought that his grandma of going home. Back to her husbands loving arms at that too. He was just happy to be at the School once again home. He loved it there anyways. Missing his twin sister he suddenly wondered what she was up too. Thinking about writing her an owl just to find out. Trenton sat down at his desk, took out a quill and paper, and started writing. He couldn't stop writing he had to write things down. He couldn't miss a single word on the parchment. The next thing he knew was that he was humming a small little tune.