Originally Posted by Gryffindoll

"No problem, mate," said Braeden distractedly as he followed Theodore into the owlery, a bag of magical flavour-changing chips in his hands (they'd made a quick stop by the Great Hall because, according to Braeden, 'a growing boy needs food'). The boy allowed his brown eyes to gaze around the area absentmindedly while his Ravenclaw buddy attached his letter to the nearest owl and watched it go out the window.

The goofy Gryffindork licked his fingers before having to battle the owls off him as they demanded the bag of chips in his hand. Eventually, after much poking the boy with their beaks and pulling his lion's mane hair with their claws, the sneaky birds were able snatch the bag of chips from him, leaving Braeden empty-handed and frustrated. "Bloody owls…" He threw them a death glare before turning back to Theodore only to find the boy going through a brief moment of vertigo.

"Whoa, you alright there, mate?" he asked as the Ravenclaw stumbled back, away from the window. Braeden placed a hand over the boy's shoulder almost protectively, helping him to regain his balance. Once Theo regained his composure, Braeden took a moment to examine him and laughed lightly. Ah, the poor boy was so clueless it almost made Brae seem wise. "You've got bits of hay on your shoulder," he said, proceeding to brush them off for the boy. D'aw. Poor Theo.



As he took a step back from his Ravenclaw friend, Braeden caught sight of the back of an all-too-familiar head full of red hair.
WELL, WELL, WELL.
Whaddaya know? Ruby Blair, Voldemort's long lost granddaughter, in the flesh. It had been a while since he'd last seen her. But then again, he'd been avoiding her like the plague since the term started, just in case she remembered what had happened between them at Diagon Alley… or worse yet, if she had seen the picture he'd taken of them during that brief, surreal time where they were actually getting along. He'd made sure to show it off to every Gryffindor that walked in and out of the common room all through that first week of classes.
Oh, bloody hell. If Ruby sees him…

Braeden then turned to Theo and very quietly murmured, "I--I think we should-- we should get going." As he spoke, the boy began to take very quiet, sneaky steps back toward the entrance of the owlery, keeping his brown eyes glued to the fiery redhead who he prayed to Merlin would never turn around and catch him.

But then, instead of going out the doorway as he had planned (walking backwards, which wasn't wise), the Gryffindork ended up instead crashing into a large family of owls that immediately began screeching and complaining, flapping their wings furiously and pecking at the boy's head with their beaks.

"GAHHHHHH!! GET 'EM OFF! GET 'EM OFF!!"

Originally Posted by princess of*hp*

Theodore felt comforted by the presence of Braeden's hand. It was an affectionate touch, albeit crumb-covered from the Gryffindor's precious crisps. "I-I'm alright." Smiling and chuckling softly, he bent over to tie his shoelace. It would definitely need to be replaced soon. While the sixth year became caught up in his shoelace, his mind only filled with happy and carefree thoughts, that's when the trouble started. Upon tying the knot and rising, he turned and his blue eyes widened with surprise to find that Braeden looked disgruntled, something unusual for the little lion man. Cocking his head to the side, he witnessed two owls wrestling with the food that had once been that of the Gryffindor's. "Aw, Brae..." Theodore began, shaking his head as he trailed off. Brae should've known better than to bring food to the owlery unless he had been willing to share with the owls.

Despite this minor mishap, Theodore kept trudging on, attempting to bring up his mate's spirits. "Don't worry about it," He muttered, giving the stink eye to the birds in the vicinity, "We can always head down to the kitchens again and get as much food as you want, Brae. Don't cry over spilled... chips." Even the Ravenclaw had to wince at the stupidity of his unfunny, childish pun.

The situation was only made even stranger by Braeden's sudden change of demeanor. Upon entering the tower, he had been perfectly happy. After losing the fight for his food, he had become disgruntled. And now, all of a sudden, he was a bit spazzy. A bit Theo-like, if the curly-headed kid were to be honest. "But... Brae?" His brown eyebrows rose high on his forehead as Brae stumbled back into disaster. His blue eyes glanced at the random redhead that had appeared; what must she think of this nonsense?

The sound of loud squawking, both from the Gryffindor and the birds, alerted Theo to take his eyes off of the stranger and turn back to his friend. Everything was a tornado of feathers and limbs as the animals and the sixth year flailed around. Attempting not to panic, Theodore whipped out his wand and yelled over the fury of sound: "Keep calm! I-I can fix this!" With a quick swish of his wand and the utterance of the confundus charm, the owls stopped their pecking and fighting at once, their faces utterly bemused. His chest heaving slightly from anxiety, he managed to smile as he put his wand away. "You alright, mate?" Theodore inquired as he made his way over to his henpecked companion, picking a few feathers from his hair.