As Charlie's stomach growled loudly, as if answering Braeden's earlier question, the boy laughed lightly. Awww, the poor thing was probably starving. Well, good to know that he wasn't the only one craving a good meal at that moment, then. As Charlie asked which tables Braeden would like to visit, the Gryffindor boy's expression turned more thoughtful. Hmmmmm… What was the difference, really? He figured he'd just make a random guess. "Upper tables," he decided with a smile.

Psssshhh. Nothing?! Yeah, right! Braeden didn't believe Charlie's oh-so-innocent response at all; however, before he could say anything about it, the girl was already dragging him away through the grounds and toward the tables at top speed. Merlin, how could someone so small run so fast?! Braeden had the advantage of height, but he was rather clumsy and it was honestly a miracle he hadn't fallen flat on his face as his energetic girlfriend dragged him like a ragdoll. He couldn't help but laugh with amusement at her enthusiasm, though, following her path without a complaint, like a good little lovestruck puppy.