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Braeden jumped nearly a foot into the air as he felt a large, heavy hand clap him on the shoulder. At first he could only assume what made most sense to a silly mind like Braeden's: someone was out to get him for… well, just because. Paranoid much? Yeah, that was Braeden. But, as he turned his head and caught sight of his best mate's cool blue eyes, the Gryffindor boy's face lit up and his grin widened - Deus! He wasn't completely alone in his one moment of glory after all; his best mate, the person he most wanted to impress and the only classmate he looked up to was here to witness and celebrate this moment with him!
The Gryffindork could've just burst into tears of joy right then and there.
"Pretty… unexpected, eh?" commented the boy with a sheepish chuckle. He still couldn't believe he'd won something. Wow. Braeden Stonem had won something. How often did that happen? Yeah, never.
It was then that the boy heard an unusually loud cheer (at least compared to everyone else's more monotone clapping) from somewhere in the crowd, his name being called out as a pretty brunette girl stood and cheered loudly for him, whistling and clapping in a way that got the goofy boy's grin to widen and his cheeks to turn just the slightest shade of pink. D'awwwwwwwwwwww. He felt so… special. Sniffle.
"Hey, El!" Smiling brightly, the boy waved his free arm up in the air in greeting to the girl he felt he hadn't seen in… well, years. What had become of her? They had some serious catching up to do.
Either way, there was no wiping that lopsided grin off his face now. He was like a nine-year-old on Christmas morning.
Removing his hand from Braeden's shoulder, gripping the polished mahogany wood of his cane in the other, he nodded in response and let his friend bask in the limelight. A few friends of the fifth year's congratulated Braeden and Amadeus stepped back momentarily, smiling politely and nodding at those he didn't know or had never seen throughout his time at Hogwarts. Then, acting like a publicist for a celebrity, Amadeus stepped up from behind Braeden like a large, burly security guard. "Want to get away, mate, and celebrate in style?" He asked rather shiftily, already forming a plan in his mind to party over his friend's first real achievement, ever. He stroked his mustache forbodingly a few times, giving the evil eye to shy, younger students that passed by the award-winner and his handler.