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theSpark_Inside Charlie quickly made her way up the stairs. Or tried to. Halfway up a shuddering took place as the stairs started to move. "Oh come on! I'm already late." Charlie was irritated. And I mean irritated. She was so going to be late for her class. I'm going to lose so many points. She had been held back because of a portrait one floor down. She couldn't escape till now, the ranting portrait threatening her with going to her head of house with lies.
Shudder.
Charlie looked to the top of the stairs as she began to move up. Her foot stalled in the air. "Oh no."
The stair had stopped midway between platforms. Not only that, but the bottom half had begun to move as well. This had never happened that she was aware of.
Charlie was effectively stuck levitating three floors from the ground.
"Help," she squeaked.
Braeden was quite used to the way the stairs worked by now. It'd be an embarrassment if he wasn't, after having attended Hogwarts for five years now. Ever the energetic little goofball, he skipped some of the steps as he climbed up the stairs, just to jump onto the next as he made his way up the third floor, his goal set on the seventh floor and the Gryffindor tower. He'd just left a wonderful Muggle Studies lesson and wanted nothing more than to be rid of his books so he could head out to the grounds and play football for a bit, maybe find some inspiration for his next movie script.
And then he saw her.
Charlie...?
Charlie! She wasn't looking too good... Well, no, that's a lie. She was looking great; she always looked great. But she didn't look like she was in a great situation with the stairs at that moment, the expression on her pretty face looking rather worried and helpless.
Braeden to the rescue!
This was the goofy boy's chance to finally be a real Gryffindor - a hero! The one to save the da--
GAH!
He tripped on one of the steps on his way up but managed to hold on to the rail before falling flat on his face. Yeah, that would've been a painful fall... Whew. Anyway, back to saving Charlie. Moving a little more gracefully and less clumsily this time, the tall and lanky boy made his way up the stairs quickly until he reached Charlie's, then slowing his pace slightly as he walked up to the girl and pulled her back from the edge of the moving stairs, his lanky arm around her waist as he pulled her a couple steps back toward himself. Oh, he was such a hero; if he could, he would've patted himself on the back.
Smiling like the big lovestruck doof he was, Braeden just stared at the girl for a moment before realizing he was being a total creep and releasing her while taking a step back on the stairs that continued moving. He cleared his throat softly. "You alright there, Char?" he asked, true concern lying beneath the sheepishness of his expression.