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Braeden was like a happy six-year-old with a new toy as he dribbled the football he'd gotten from the groundskeeper through the grounds. He'd started off in the playing field, like all other students playing the sport, but... somehow, without noticing, he just kind of drifted away from that area and ended up a little too close to the whomping willow instead. The distracted boy (who was a bit dizzy anyway from kicking the ball right to his face a couple times already by accident) didn't notice this, though, until it was too late.
Aw, crap. He lost the ball and it rolled down the grass toward the whomping willow, only coming to a halt as it hit the rough surface of the tree trunk. Oh, great. How was he supposed to get his football back now?! Good job leaving his wand in the dormitory.
Braeden eyed the murderous tree warily, his brown eyes terrified as he walked closer to it very cautiously, approaching it at a sluggish pace that would hopefully not cause alarm to the evil plant. So far so good... he'd been able to get pretty close without getting hi-- BAM! Tree branch right to the stomach.
And now, Braeden might've lost his football, but the whomping willow had found its punching bag. Who will save this damsel in distress now? COUGH COUGH.
Amadeus was strolling through the grounds and heading back to the castle after a particularly tough lesson in Care of Magical Creatures. Professor Maya Saylen was not one to be trifled with and her teaching methods, albeit fun and adventurous, sometimes felt a little too unorthodox for the Ravenclaw's prim and proper perspective. But what else could he have expected? Professors that dealt with the natural sciences, such as those that taught astronomy, divination, and care of magical creatures, were almost always hippogriff-hugging hippies.
Adjusting the strap of his brown, leather messenger bag on his right shoulder, Amadeus continued on his way. He walked at an angle and prepared to give the whomping willow a wide berth, as per his usual route. He noticed a student near the monster of a tree and paid no attention at first, believing it to be another first year that was too curious for their own good, thinking that they could outsmart the overgrown herbological beast. Turning his head after a few paces, Deus narrowed his eyes as he saw the student staggering with hands on their stomach, having obviously been struck by the willow.
Amadeus's eyes widened in surprise as he realized that none other than Braeden had gotten himself into another pickle. As his blue eyes returned to normality after reaching the size of saucers, he had to resist not rolling them in slight irritation. Here came Kipling to the rescue.
Jogging over the stretch of grass in his khakis, white button-down, and polished penny loafers, Amadeus called out to Braeden. "Are you alright?" He inquired, raising a curious, apprehensive eyebrow. It wouldn't be smart to get any nearer to the tree than he already was. The branches shook indignantly, as if annoyed at the presence of the two students. "You need to step away. Quickly." Amadeus called out in rapid succession; truthfully, one of the larger branches looked like it was flexing and about to take a swing at the Gryffindor.