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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?
Heh… heh… HEH HEH HEH… HAH… HAHAHAHAHA!!
Braeden tried not to, but he couldn't help snorting as he hid his laughter when Theodore thanked him for 'saving his life', as if the American boy had been chased down by a fire-breathing dragon and flying tarantulas before Braeden came to the rescue. Gee… Why couldn't all people see him this heroically!? Better yet, why couldn't the
girls see him in this hero-like light?! Boo hoo… to everyone else, Brae would forever be Mr. Goofypants.
"I can imagine," said Braeden with a nod as Theo explained how busy he'd been lately, adjusting to the new school. Poor bloke, he seemed like he could use a nice, kind tour guide… Again!
And this is where Braeden Stonem came in!
Heh… YEAH. The Braeman to the rescue… again! he thought smugly to himself, a goofy little smirk curving his lips as he seemed to unconsciously take on a new, hero-like pose. Wind came out of nowhere and blew through his lion's mane, adding on to the hero-like effect.
The record scratched when Theodore spoke again, though, this time asking about Hogsmeade. Braeden's eyebrows raised as he eyed the permission slip. "Ah, Hogsmeade…" muttered the boy with one of his childlike lopsided grins. "Hogsmeade is nothing but the most amazing place in all of Europe!" Okay, maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration. "It's a little village that's near the school… It's pretty wicked, they've got the best candy and joke shops, you'll love it," he added with a nod. "Just get that permission slip signed and you can come with us - Riley, Rod…" he offered with a grin. It'd be so much fun! Braeden would get a chance to play Mr. All-Knowing tour guide at Hogsmeade again!! YEAH!