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He wasn't sure why he randomly had Christmas tunes stuck in his head, but he did. So Braeden Stonem walked down the corridor, on his way over to dump his bag and books in the Gryffindor tower, humming the cheery tunes to himself. Kinda made him wish it was that time of year again.
As he made his way down the corridor, Braeden caught sight of a large roll of dark fabric on the floor. Huh… Who randomly decided to leave their robes on the floor, like that? As he came closer to the robes, Braeden slowed his footsteps and looked around cautiously. No one around. Did the owner of these seriously just take them off, dumped them to the floor, and ran off like this was the most normal thing in the world? Sheesh. This term was destined to be a weird one; first that ship in the lake, now this…
The Gryffindor boy was just about to pick up the robes in the hopes of finding something in them that would help him identify the owner, but, just as he reached out to them with his right hand, the robes stirred and from them popped out a pale head covered in curly hair.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!"
MERLIN! What the bloody he--
Braeden had jumped a few feet back back (and into the air, in the process), and now stood a safe distance away from the haunted robes, his heart beating so fast it felt like it was crawling up his throat and threatening to jump out his parted lips any second. Brown eyes wide, Braeden stared at the sight of the robes laying on the floor with a head popping out of them before realizing… Wait a minute… That wasn't just any head! It was… Theodore!
"Th--Theo?" stuttered out the frightened Cowardly Lion. He approached the figure a little cautiously, his eyes fixed to the blue ones of the American boy. Oh yes. This was definitely Theo. "Merlin! You nearly gave me a heart attack!" said Braeden with a sigh of relief, his lips curving into one of those goofy smiles of his. "You alright there, mate? What're you doing, just lying around waiting to prank some innocent bloke when he least expects it?" he asked, amused just by the thought of this because it seemed like such a non-Theo thing to do.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!"
Theodore had shrieked in unison with the Gryffindor. His ears had picked up footsteps along the corridor, which had increased the tension in his burrito-wrapped limbs. The one who had been approaching had been silent and before the Ravenclaw knew it, an inquisitive head had popped right into his line of vision. His chest heaved up and down as adrenaline coursed through his veins, this minor fright having scared the poor kid out of his wits. Not sure of who this person, or thing, was, he wriggled about in his makeshift cocoon in an attempt to disentangle himself and escape before he was attacked.
Unfortunately for Theodore, he merely succeeded into rolling onto his stomach. He lay face down as a familiar voice reached his ears, one more soothing than the yell of surprise he had heard earlier. His head perking up, his blue eyes looked into the brown gaze of Braeden Stonem. Of course. Only this pair put together could be the epitome of clumsiness and misadventure. "Speaking of heart attacks..." He mumbled before deciding that it was better not to relate how frightening the sight of what he had assumed to be a lion had been moments before.
"Oh, nothing, nothing." Theodore mused, speaking in a playful, faux-serious tone that was only slightly laced with sarcasm. "I've really gotten into Herbology, Care of Magical Creatures, and the earthly studies. I figured the best way to learn about creatures that transform would be to make a cocoon for myself. While down here, I figured I could also study the bacteria that lies on the floor." He laughed heartily, a chuckle which died down into something pitifully helpless. Nearly no one understood his odd sense of humour, so why impress it on his acquaintance? Glancing from the stone floor and back to Braeden, he gave the fellow sixth year a look that said: "Help?"