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Amadeus whipped his wand out of his trousers, gripping it firmly as he eyed the tree warily. "I can give it a try. I can't guarantee complete success, since I don't go around saving people from mad trees on a daily basis." His response was half retort, half promising, and half scolding. Really, what had Braeden been thinking by getting too close to the whomping willow? Sure, the Gryffindor was the epitome of dorkiness, but he definitely was not stupid.
However, now was not the time to ponder how the lion-haired teenager had ended up in danger. It was time for action. The tree seemed to know what the Ravenclaw had in mind and ruffled its leaves menacingly, as if threatening him with retaliation if Amadeus aimed a spell anywhere near it. His blue eyes glanced to his wand, to the tree, and back and forth once more quickly as he attempted to think quickly and logically.
Would petrificus totalus work? It was normally used on humans, obviously, and was a simple body bind curse. But... would it work on a plant? There was only one way to find out. "Petrificus totalus!" He called, flicking his wrist as he aimed straight for the trunk of the willow. Much to his dismay, the spell simply bounced off and flew into the nearby forbidden forest. Amadeus frowned deeply, attempting to think of another solution. "Give me a moment!" He put up his left hand, pleading with his friend to give him time to think out the safest solution.
Braeden's face filled with hope as Deus pulled out his wand and directed it at the evil tree. He was sure he'd be out of this mess in no time now; the Gryffindor boy knew no one who was better at wandwork than his best friend. Deus simply could not fail.
But he did. And the spell didn't work, and the tree was still waving its branches menacingly at the young Gryffindor who jumped and ducked each time another branch came at him. Nooooo! Whyyy?! Why couldn't the spell have worked?! This wasn't fair! Now he was doomed to die in the hands - or, rather, branches - of a stupid murderous tree! He'd always hoped he'd die a little more heroically than this. But, of course, this was just Braeden being dramatic now.
"If I die here today thanks to this stupid tree," started Braeden, his expression looking like he'd just witnessed the grim reaper sign his death certificate, "I just want you to know… I never really thought there was anything wrong with you lusting after trees last class. And--and you were the best partner I'd ever had in a three-legged race." Whew! There. He'd let his innermost dark secrets out! Now he could die in peace.