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She watched as he looked at her with surprise at her charm reflexes. She grinned. Yep, she got that reaction.... a lot. She smiled at him and listened to what he had to say as he was smiling quite goofily at him. Aww that was a cute smile. "Oh. Ouch.. not fun. That sounds like me yesterday except I ran into a sixth year." she added, chuckling a bit. She nodded. "Yes, thank goodness.. But luckily for me potions is one of my easier classes."
Emma grinned at him and tried not to laugh when he had a butterbeer mustache on his face. Ah, so the older boy finally revealed himself. "Nice to meet you Braeden!" she exclaimed, truly meaning it. She was quite the friendly and chatty one. "Umm.. Braeden.. You have a butterbeer mustache on your face." she said, beaming him a smile and trying to sound polite as possible.
Fifth year? That wasn't much older than her. Her ex boyfriend was a fifth year this year. And a Gryffindor! Awesome. And he was pretty, well very cute. It was a pretty good house but not as good as Slytherin, well at least Emma thought that. She shook her head. "Oh no. Just trying to keep a journal of what's been happening this year for me." she explained, before adding quickly. "So, is this your first year at Hogwarts?" She hadn't seen him around last year. "What do you think of it so far?"
Braeden's dark eyebrows rose to his hairline as Emma shared that she had suffered similar luck as him - except with a
sixth yeah. Owie. "Merlin. How did you survive?" And whether the boy was seriously asking this or if he was only joking was hard to tell. But how was he supposed to not be completely shocked by this?! This girl was tiny, a sixth year could've killed her! Sheesh. People had no manners these days, did they? It's not nice to trample over girls, especially the pretty ones.
Oh and then she was sharing she had no problem with Potions. Good, good. He wished he could say the same.
The dorky Gryffindor boy smiled once more as Emma greeted him before going on to share that he had… a what? A butterbeer mustache? His brows furrowed at this, momentarily puzzled before it occurred to him to pass a hand over his upper lip. And what did he find there? Butterbeer. Oh Merlin, that wasn't embarrassing at all… yeah… no…
Turning slightly pink, Braeden gave a flustered chuckle. "Sorry 'bout that, I guess I just get too greedy when drinking it…" he muttered, his brown-eyed gaze absentmindedly falling to the glass that was now empty as Emma went on to explain she was only keeping a journal of what happened to her so far. Ooohh. That was cute. And then she was asking if this was his first year at Hogwarts, and how he was liking it so far. Braeden's eyebrows rose once more. "Ohh, no, I've been here since my first year," said the boy with a smile. "I just… I dunno, I guess I just kind of stand in the sidelines. You won't hear much about me around the castle," he added with a soft chuckle. Yeah, Braeden wasn't what you could call 'popular'. He was more laid back and perhaps a little too goofy for anyone to really take him very seriously.