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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.
Amadeus strode into the library, looking as if he came straight off of the catwalk as per his usual subconscious choice of walk and clothing. He had changed out of his Ravenclaw robes into something less scholarly yet nonetheless smart. His book bag slung over his shoulder, he adjusted the collar of his white, pressed button-down shirt as he began searching for Braeden Stonem. Earlier, the proud seventh year had uncomfortably asked Brae for help with his Divination homework. It was one of the only, possibly
the only, course that Deus struggled with, simply because his mind was always on other things. The Ravenclaw took pride in his studies but his mind always seemed to drift off while he was perched on top of a cushion in the warm Divination classroom, inhaling the incense and enchanting candles that seemed to be everlastingly lit.
As he walked on, his shined loafers squeaking against the freshly waxed, hardwood floor, he noticed a protuberance of what looked like an auburn-colored lion's mane behind a large pile of books, whose covers were adorned with rather mystical illustrations and most with the gold-embossed name of Cassandra Trelawney. He approached the table, only to find Braeden behind the mountainous pile of literature. "Good evening," The corners of his lips rose slightly to make a smile before he resumed his atypical apathetic expression, slinging his leather bag from his shoulders as he took a seat.
"Sorry if I'm a bit late," Amadeus murmured his apology as he began to shuffle around items in his satchel. "I was accosted by a friend in need of assistance and it was a bit of an emergency." He intently avoided eye contact as he lied through his teeth. Truth be told, he had caught his reflection in a mirror as he had changed in the Ravenclaw boys dormitory and didn't have the will to resist fussing with his hair. "Where should we start?" He asked, fishing a rather thick textbook from his bag before looking up at Braeden.