Trey took in everything Professor Truebridge told him like a sponge. His words expanded Trey's mind like no other. He chose his next few words carefully. "Sir, I agree when you say that fame isn't all it's cracked up to be," he paused, to ponder his next thought. "but fame isn't necessarily what I want. While it would come with the territory, famous people can be forgotten. I want to become legend." His words excited him slightly, as his heart pounded a little faster, "Famous people are remebered, but legends, they never die," with his last word he walked over towards one of the bookshelves and picked up a picture and looked at it for a moment.

He placed the picture back down before turning back to his professor. "As for the what and why, I'm not truly sure where to begin looking for my inspiration." He turned and walked a few steps, pondering more thoughts in his head. "However I am sure that talking to you now and perhaps throughout this term will be a grand place to start."

Trey had his reasons for certain things. No matter if he knew what they were or not. His thoughts clouded his mind of his time in Diagon Alley. He had done so many different things, so unlike the Trey he used to be. But why did he do them? What reason did he have?

No Slytherin did anything without a reason....