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Amadeus fell into his boyfriend's arms and held the leaner lad close to him as they made up in an utterly public display of their bromance and friendship. "You're too good to me, mate." He muttered gratefully, chuckling once more ever so slightly. His mind traveled to the photo that he had under his pillow in the Ravenclaw boys' dormitory, an exact copy of the photo that Braeden kept in his wallet at all times. He could see the ink and paper versions of them now: Braeden waving goofily in his straw hat and Hawaiian shirt and leaning next to Amadeus, laying on the sand looking the definition of cool, smiling and winking for his camera whenever he lowered his sunglasses.
As for Braeden holding back tears, Deus would have normally been embarrassed beyond belief. But seeing as they had made such a breakthrough in their relationship today, the Ravenclaw simply gripped the Gryffindor even tighter. At least, until he realized what was directly underneath them. As Braeden had pulled Amadeus into a tight hug, he had unwittingly began displaying affection for his friend directly over the innocent blonde girl who was still on the ice, probably too frightened and surprised to move.
"Erm, Brae?" Amadeus loosened his grip on his friend and tapped him on his shoulder, indicating that he should let go as well. "I believe your lady friend is a bit uncomfortable." He pointed downward to the small girl that was still undoubtedly underneath the embracing bros.
Everything was laughs and smiles and happiness and rainbows and joy as the two best friends celebrated their reunion; until, that was, Amadeus reminded Braeden of one tiny little detail that had completely slipped from his mind. Under the two hugging boys sat, still, that blonde girl that had knocked him over earlier. Oh. Oh Merlin. Oh, this wasn't embarrassing at all… Turning slightly pink on the face, Braeden cleared his throat and ran a gloved hand through his lion's mane a bit awkwardly, releasing his friend and taking a couple steps back.
"S-sorry 'bout that," muttered the Gryffindor boy sheepishly, flashing the girl an apologetic smile. He offered her his hand once more, like he had done earlier when he'd first found her sitting on the ice, and lifted the girl with ease before turning back to his Ravenclaw friend. "What do you say we go have a race?" he suggested, raising his eyebrows slightly and allowing his lips to curve into another of his goofy smiles.