Braeden seemed to sigh in relief as Caroline, sleepy as she was, thanked him for the ride. Okay good, so she wasn't sleepwalking, she was actually really half-awake. That wasn't as good as completely-awake, but it was something. And then she was calling him 'Ponyboy'. Braeden couldn't help but laugh lightly at this amusing nickname; his laughter died out, though, as the girl continued speaking, sharing with him how her father had promised her a unicorn before… dying? Had he heard her right? Braeden's brown eyes widened, and the rest of Caroline's sentence seemed like a bit of a blur to him. He hadn't expected to find this out now, at… well, the most random of times. It completely shocked the boy; it wasn't so much the information that shocked him, but the fact that Caroline would share something so personal with him. She must've really trusted him. And, well, that really flattered Braeden.

The Gryffindor boy returned Caroline's hug a bit distractedly, flashing her an absentminded smile as she headed on over to the Slytherin common room, mentioning something about him being careful and not losing Gryffindor more points. "I'll try my best," said the boy softly, giving an awkward wave as his Slytherin friend disappeared into the Slyherin dungeon. He remained standing outside for a few more seconds, just sort of frozen to the spot, before sighing softly to himself and starting on the way back out of the dungeons, thoughts of his bed in the Gryffindor tower gone and replaced instead by thoughts of that night; of how much he had learned about his friend in just a few seconds. He would have trouble sleeping that night.