Braeden's brown eyes narrowed at the Slytherin girl as she apologized without emotion before going on to add that scaring him and making him drop his books was her intention. What a meanie! And as if all that wasn't mean enough, she was then adding that scaring him had been interesting enough. Now the boy's jaw dropped. Why was Hollywood always so mean to himmm? He could've just turned and ran the opposite direction crying like a little girl but sucked it up instead.

"I wasn't just standing here being made fun of by a portrait!" he said, brows furrowed.

"Yes you were," said the nosy portrait which soon received an icy glare from the young Gryffindor.

"I was on my way to the common room too, actually," explained Braeden, lifting his chin up high. "I just happened to stumble upon this stupid, ugly portrait on the way," he added a little more sourly, shooting the portrait another look, before returning his gaze to Evangeline. "You're quite abusive, you know that?"