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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?
Theodore, finally unwrapped from the entangle of of oversized cloth, shook off the embarrassment of the situation like a wet dog shaking off droplets of water. As his limbs loosened up, he lent a smile to his kind friend. "Thanks, Brae. Who knows how long I would've been stuck if you hadn't come along and saved me." At that moment, he had to resist flushing from embarrassment. The way he spoke, it sounded as if the Ravenclaw had been a damsel in distress and that the Gryffindor had been his knight in hipster armor. Oh, the humiliation: Damsel Dumble and Braeden the Lion-Hearted. So much for thinking before he spoke.
"Oh," Theodore, while bending down to grab his books once more, "I'll be alright. It's only this pair of robes that I bought that turned out to be a little bit... wonky." The American was still getting used to British lingo, his accent the same but his slang differentiating day by day from what he had been accustomed to. "I can probably fix them magically. I just haven't had the time. Busy first week at a new school, y'know." The sixth year laughed it off, getting used to the idea that he would probably always embarrass himself in one way or another in front of people that he wanted to impress.
Having finally grabbed the five textbooks from the floor, Theodore balanced them on one arm as he quickly adjusted the strap of his leather book bag on his shoulder. At the moment, it was digging into his shoulder with the weight of the books that it carried. No matter; he would make it to the dormitories soon without hopefully taking another tumble. "Oh!" He spoke out of the blue, making to fish one hand into his bag but figured it would be fruitless with the weight of his things. "I've been meaning to ask someone about... well, my head of house gave me a permission slip this week that I need to have my parents sign. What exactly is, erm, Hogsmeade?" Being a transfer, he had no idea what the village was and what sublime treasures it offered. Maybe it was an educational facility for older students? Or maybe a dance club?