Brent could tell she was deep in thought about something, but he didn't ask what that was. He didn't intend for this conversation to get deep, and he had a feeling she didn't either. He nodded at the sound of her first comment. "I know," he simply said, agreeing a hundred percent with what she was saying. "That's what the fifth year me says, but I didn't know that when I was a third year." He'd only known that the first girl he ever really liked he'd suddenly lost, and that had been a sore spot for him when his parents first dropped the bomb they were moving.

He glanced up in slight shock when she mentioned false feelings. False? Not for him. Not in third year, at least. He hadn't been in love with her, because they'd just been little kids, but he had liked her a lot. She kind of clarified that statement, though, which earned another nod from him. "I don't know what to say about the whole Skylar thing," he said. It'd been in the moment, and he had meant every word of it, but it hadn't occurred to him how Madelyn must have felt until now. "I'm sorry you had to learn about it that way, though. I just...thought I was about to die at the hands of a dementor, and I was just trying to drum up every happy memory I could think of, and it just spilled out my mouth." Not saying he regretted asking Skylar to be his girlfriend at all, though, because he would have done that in some other way had it not been in the arena.

It seemed she agreed with him on the issue of friends, though, even though she'd also dropped a bomb on him. "Will?" he asked, not really meaning to question that out loud. He supposed this was fair, though, seeing as he'd randomly announced his other half to her. But anyway---"You tell Will he's a lucky guy, because Madelyn Cunningham's a pretty awesome friend." He smiled at her. "I just couldn't let you leave and go back home without mending things with you." He didn't even know if he would ever see her again...