Originally Posted by Gryffindoll

"I promise, it won't," Braeden reassured Charlie with an amused chuckle. "If I do it again, you can… punch me as much as you'd like," he proposed. And it was a good deal. If there were punches involved… yeah, the boy was going to behave himself. He didn't like getting hit. Owie.

As his girlfriend (squee! Girlfriend!) continued speaking, reminding Braeden that she was very forgiving, the boy couldn't help but grin with amusement. Alright, alright, she had a point. He had to admit. "Guess I'm a lucky blo--" but before he could finish that statement, the pretty blonde girl was leaning toward him in a way that left the boy speechless, his body growing tense as he found himself becoming nervous. He knew what was coming just from her body language, and he didn't think he'd be getting used to it any time soon. Kissing Charlie… yeah, that was going to get some getting used to. However, once her soft lips were on his own, all fears and anxiety were forgotten and the boy had no mind for anything else that wasn't kissing her back as lovingly as his heart desired.

But eventually she pulled away - too soon for his taste - and asked the boy if he wanted to try another ride.
Braeden watched with a sort of dazed look in his gaze as the girl got up to her feet and curtsied, his mind obviously still rather numb from that kiss they'd just shared. "Uh…" What had she said again? "Oh. Oh! Ye--yeah, that-- that sounds good," said the flustered Gryffindor boy with a sheepish chuckle, getting to his feet and opening the little door on the tea cup for them to walk back out onto the grounds. Once back on safe ground, Braeden put on an act of formality and offered his arm to Charlie. "Madame."