Feeling a slight tug on the hand Kylie was holding, Brent chuckled and followed her to wherever she was headed too. Oh, big chair. He sat down next to her, and, in an act of true Gryffindor-worthy bravery, put his arm around her shoulders.

"So," he said, working hard to keep his voice from shaking, "Are ya gonna scream, or something? This room is obviously made for noise. And look!" he grinned and pointed over to a small table in front of the chair. "Ear plugs!" There we go. Act casual. Talk. Breathe. ...Other casual stuff.

But to Brent, there was nothing casual about this situation. Nothing. At. All.