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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.
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Gryffindoll 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.
Amadeus had been making his way down the magical staircase, his hand gliding along the stone railing as he guided himself down the steps. It was no use to hop along and pull silly tricks, as some students did. One never knew if Peeves was around the corner, having just planted a trick. For once, the stairs weren't rather crowded. Most younger students were in classes and the smaller population of older students were here and there amongst the campus, many taking advantage of the beginning days of spring by being out on the grounds.
Thus, it was a rather unusual sight to see a sprite-like blonde standing next to what looked to be an underfed lion as he continued to descend the stairs. Stepping off of the moving stair and halting on solid ground next to the nearest floor of classrooms, the blonde smirked as he recognized the duo. Of course; he had almost forgotten that Braeden had a girlfriend. The Gryffindor's absence in the Ravenclaw's life definitely had not gone unnoticed but because the end of the year neared and the pressure to score well on NEWTs was in high gear, Amadeus had been slightly fuzzy-headed about a few things. First, he had deigned to speak,
in a friendly manner, to the Hufflepuff captain, then he had helped his team achieve failure during the last quidditch match. Now he had forgotten about his best mate's puppy love? Amadeus needed a full night's sleep, and soon.
As he descended the stairs once more, he stopped a fair ten feet away and waved, the stair gliding to join theirs. "Long time, no see?" He grinned ever so slightly, adjusting the strap of his book bag.