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To say the least, Theodore was a little taken aback as Braeden posed in a comic-book-superhero sort of way out of nowhere. One of the house ghosts passed by, causing the slight breeze that ruffled the Gryffindor's brunette mane and gave the Ravenclaw the willies (he would really need to get used to the spirits of the castle; friendly or not, they gave him the creeps). Holding his textbooks tighter to his chest until the ghost disappeared through the wall, he raised an intrigued eyebrow at Braeden's show of enthusiasm about the small village of Hogsmeade. He had a flair for hyperboles, didn't he?
"It sounds... fun." He shrugged rather awkwardly, attempting not to become imbalanced from the weight of the books that he was supporting. "Oh... erm, Riley?" The teen's voice lowered as Mr. Sinclair was brought into the conversation. "I like Roderigo, but... Riley is different." Gulping rather nervously, he leaned his head to the side, checking over Brae's shoulder to see if Riley happened to be around the corner to hear the conversation. "He's just..." Biting his lower lip, Theodore struggled to find the proper word. "I guess he's just hostile? Or maybe I'm overreacting?" Looking to Braeden for a response, he wasn't sure if he had said the right thing. Would he relay this information to Riley? That would only dig Theodore into a deeper hole with the bully.
Braeden was all goofy grins and smiles until Theodore expressed his dislike for Riley. Oh? Oh… The goofy Gryffindork seemed a bit surprised at first, but it wasn't long until realization had dawned on his features. Riley, Riley, Riley… how typical of him to have scared Theo off already.
"Don't worry 'bout him," said Braeden assuringly, "Riley's like that to everyone. He comes off as mean and a bit of… a diva to those who don't know him, but trust me, you get to hang with him long enough and he'll start to grow on you. He's a really nice guy when he wants to be."
Helped me a lot during that time Deus almost broke up with me… sniffle. "Anyway, your parents will let you go, won't they?" asked the boy, eyeing the permission slip for a moment before turning his gaze back to the boy. "To the Hogsmeade trip, I mean."