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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.
Amadeus lost his resolve to remain irritated when Braeden spoke the magic s-word: sorry. It also melted his cold heart, one as icy as the lake that they stood on, to see the younger boy look like Bambi after he lost his mother. Amadeus could be quite the hard head and it was a wonder that Braeden wasn't used to his short temper after having known him for months. He loosened his arms, putting them back at his side.
It was when the lion-haired kid perked up that Deus smiled on cue, a slight twinkle in his blue eyes. "No," He answered. In all honestly, Deus could hold quite the grudge, but Stonem seemed to be one of the few people on earth who the Ravenclaw could not manage to stay irritated at for long. Maybe it was his humorous countenance that always lightened the mood, or his naivety that made Amadeus's anger turn to pity. Or maybe it was those bedroom eyes.
"Just... just don't do it again, for the sake our shared sanity." He chuckled, glad to be able to make even the smallest of jokes. "I think the entire staff and student body of this bloody school has seen enough of our spats."