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"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?"
Braeden listened with amusement as the curly-haired head that seemed to just sort of be floating on all the dark robes spoke, going on and on about a list of classes and the studies of bacteria and other creatures. All in all, Braeden got lost somewhere halfway through Theodore's joke, but that wasn't enough to wipe the amused, lopsided smile from his face. It wasn't the joke that was funny. It was Theodore and his
rather unusual, oddball personality. Kinda made Brae feel at home, since he himself obviously wasn't the most "normal" character in this school.
There was a silence filling the air when Theodore finished speaking and Braeden just watched him with amusement before realizing - oh! The boy needed help! Moving quickly, the Gryffindor boy used the position of Theo's head to assume where his shoulders and arms were, which he then proceeded to fish out of the mess of robes and then used to pull the equally lanky boy up to his feet.
"These robes look a bit big on you, mate," noted Braeden now that he had a chance to look at Theodore standing rather than all wrapped up like a burrito on the floor. "You sure you'll be able to make it through the day without ending up on the floor again?" he asked with an amused grin; clearly he was teasing. But he was also offering help. Maybe he could lend the American boy some of his old robes, the ones that were too short for him now?