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Amadeus scoffed, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. He almost felt bad for the random girl caught in between the lovers' quarrel, but now was no time to feel sympathy for strangers that Amadeus had never met, "What do you think?" He gritted his teeth, raising an eyebrow as he wordlessly dared Braeden to respond with another silly question. Wasn't it obvious that the Ravenclaw was in a rage? He didn't cross his arms over his chest for just anyone, or get into public spats, at that. Deep inside, Amadeus knew that it was only logical for Braeden to have shut his window the night before and to have waited to speak to Deus later, but the impatient Ravenclaw wouldn't stand for any impudence. "Couldn't you have sent me an owl back telling me that it was time for you to turn in?" He inquired, taking a step forward until the only thing separating them was the poor girl caught in the middle.
"I would have understood... Brae." He returned to calling the Gryffindor by his nickname, which was a good thing. When Amadeus called Braeden by his last name, you knew that things were getting ugly.
Braeden almost seemed to wince as Deus gave him his response through gritted teeth. What did he think? Well.. he thought… he thought he was lucky to be alive; why hadn't Deus pulled out his wand and hexed him right then and there? Whatever the reason was (which was that Deus had left his wand, but Braeden didn't know this), the Gryffindor boy was thankful for it. Because he didn't want to die. He was still too young. In the end, the boy thought it was probably best not to answer Deus's question and give him any more reasons to continue with this scene. But then the Ravenclaw was asking him why he didn't send an owl telling him it was time for him to turn in.
"I… I dunno, I guess I was just so tired…." muttered Braeden. Alright, alright, maybe Deus had a point there. But then again, Braeden hadn't been expecting his best mate to take a lack of immediate response
this bad. Merlin…
forty-seven owls… He should've known, though. This was Deus. He came first, and then came the rest of the world. "Sorry," muttered the Gryffindor boy, his guilty brown eyes staring at the ice while a gloved hand scratched at the back of his neck awkwardly.
And then came Deus's final words. He would've understood… Brae?
Brae?! As in-- Braeden, but short?!
Braeden's gaze shot up from the ice and met his friend's blue eyes with the goofiest and most lopsided of grins adorning his expression. He could've just burst into tears right then and there, ever the sentimental dork. "So… you're not going to hate me for life? Set my skates on fire? Tear that picture of us sunburnt at Ferdinandea?" asked a sparkly-eyed Braeden.