Braeden chuckled softly as the girl who had nearly killed him unintentionally earlier, hoped aloud that he would survive and live to be more than eighty. "Well, if I become a ghost, I could live up to… well, eternity!" he said with one of his goofy grins, brown eyes sparkling at the thought. He wanted to be a ghost. And scare all the little first years when they came to Hogwarts and walk through the walls of the school and catch couples hiding in closets and scare the caretaker. Mwahaha!

The boy was just beginning to lose himself in thoughts of all the mischief he'd get into as a ghost, when suddenly he found himself being dragged away and standing before a suit of armor he hadn't visited yet. The girl at his side was right, this armor made them look all… square and stubby. It scrunched up the boy's face so bad you could barely tell his eyes apart from his lips. At the sight, Braeden snorted. "Why couldn't they have one of these in the common room? Or better yet, in the library? Merlin knows some of us could use the entertainment during break," he said with a chuckle as he crouched and jumped and posed before the armor, each time his reflection looking even more twisted than before.

Then he realized he hadn't even introduced himself to this girl. "I'm Braeden, by the way," he shared with a smile. "Sixth year Gryffindor. You're in Gryffindor too, aren't you?" he asked, eyeing the red and gold pattern on her tie.