Amadeus was muddy and wet in his quidditch uniform, all tuckered out from having gone through a particularly rough practice this evening. Andy was working them hard and, from the looks of it, had set a spell on the bludgers to make Amadeus work even harder to keep them away from his vulnerable teammates, who were mostly females. His right arm was particularly sore from having whacked at the little blighters for most of the dark, damp January day and as he walked along the seventh floor corridor, he took his left hand to rub his opposite bicep and loosen the exhausted muscles in his arm. Yet, for all of the physical pain that the Ravenclaw felt from having been in tip-top shape for the following day's game versus Gryffindor, it was nothing compared to his rising temper for having been stood up, yet again, by his supposed best friend. That Gryffindork was definitely in for it this time. After having waited for a glimpse of the lanky brunette in the entrance hall and asking around, Amadeus figured that he would be somewhere hidden. What better place to look than the room of requirement?

Walking past the blank wall multiple times, Amadeus closed his eyes and concentrated. Show me where Stonem is, show me where Stonem is, he repeated to himself the necessary amount of times. Opening his eyes, he spotted a door on the wall and turned the knob slowly. To his surprise, he came across a place that was quite foreign to him, a place that he had only heard about in muggle studies classes. It was a cinema! A film played on the screen and stretched out before the moving frames were rows of plush, red theater seats. Seated in the center were none other than Braeden and a girl who looked rather familiar, but Deus's growing annoyance prevented him from recalling exactly who she was and where he had seen her before.

Drying his muddied trainers on the carpet, he crept up behind the row that the couple cozily sat in. He had to hold back a sneer. Weren't they adorable, with her head on his shoulder as they watched a superhero prance across the screen in scanty, tight-fitting outfits? Amadeus would spice things up a little more. They liked action and action movies, eh? He would show them action. Silently removing his wand from a pocket in his quidditch robes, he pointed it at Braeden's mop of hair, pondering for a moment as he pursed his lips. No, that would be far too cruel to do what he had been contemplating. Pointing his wand at the seat next to Braeden, he wordlessly cast a spell. The plush red seat to Braeden's other side, where the girl was not perched, was set aflame. A pleased sneer appeared on the tired student's lips as he waited for a reaction.