Braeden dumped about 38457 different books on Divinations on one of the tables of the small reading lounge. He had dumped his school bag on the floor, beside his chair, and was now organizing the Divinations books by categories, preparing them for the romantic date study session he and Deus had agreed to embark on this afternoon.

The cowardly lion was feeling pretty proud of himself. How often was it that he got to be someone else's tutor? Or, even more surprising, the tutor of someone as fancy-shmancy as Amadeus Kipling? Yeah, Braeden was brilliant. Or at least that was what he told himself.

Once he had the pile of books organized, the boy proceeded to lean back on his chair and take one of the books to flip through it while he waited for his Ravenclaw friend's arrival.