Amadeus put his wand back into the pocket of his robes and stood, staring for a brief moment at the two shocked youngsters. A small flicker of sympathy for the girl came to mind, since she was not the cause of the Ravenclaw's rage, but it ebbed away as a new tide of anger came at the simple sight of Braeden's face. "Where were you?" He snapped like the jealous, harried boyfriend he was. "You didn't come to practice, like you said you would, and you didn't even show up afterwards to apologize! And," Amadeus took a deep breath, glancing at the petite blonde before focusing his narrowed eyes at Brae, "once again, I find you... for lack of a better phrase, blowing me off so you can mess around!"

His fists were clenched tightly, the moisture on his face from the quidditch pitch seeming to evaporate, steam-like, from the heat that his anger was producing. He could have kicked a weiner dog, he was so angry. "I'm sick and TIRED of your excuses, Braeden Stonem. I am DONE with these fake promises, with these lies, with... with YOU!" He spoke the last word with such gusto that, at least to the Ravenclaw, the entire theater seemed to shake. He was so tense that his body was beginning to tremble ever so slightly, not able to handle such stress after exercising at the pitch all day long.