"
OW! OW, OW, OW! GAHH!! GE'ROFF!!!!!"
Blasted, bloody owls! What did he ever do to deserve such abuse from their part?! They had already taken his chips, what more did they want?!
As Theodore asked the Gryffindor boy to keep calm, Braeden tried his best to follow his advice, but it was hard to when you had a whole pack of owls trying to poke your eyes out. Luckily for the Gryffindork, though, Theodore had been quick to place a confundus charm on the birds, leaving Brae free of any more feathery attacks.
Pulling his arms down to his sides (he'd had them up covering his face and flailing around all this time), Braeden stared at HIS SAVIOUR with large brown sparkling eyes. "Theo…" He… he… he'd just… "You saved my life!" exclaimed the over-emotional Gryffindor. That near-death experience had left him a little light-headed and with a whole new appreciation for life. "
You saved my life!"
Two seconds later, he was crushing the Ravenclaw boy into the tightest, most painful of hugs (painful for Theo). He was a saviour! A SAVIOUR!
And then there was a voice.
Pulling back from the overdramatic hug, Braeden turned his head to the source of the sound.
Aw crap, Ruby was still there. He'd kind of forgotten the reason he'd walked into all those owls in the first place. But… she was just standing there looking threatening as she always did, why didn't she… attack him? Kick him? Punch him? Shove him?
Something?! Could it be she hadn't seen the infamous picture yet?
Oh.
Ooohoho.
OOOHOHOHOHHO!!!
Okay, this was his chance to run.
"Fancy seeing you here, Lioness," said the boy casually, playing along. He stood with his hands behind his back, his right foot absentmindedly kicking at some dirt on the floor before speaking again, "
Well! Theo and I were just leaving!" The boy turned to Theodore with pleading eyes then. "Right, Theo?"
Riiiiiiiight?! Before the crazy redhead kills me and feeds me to the owls?!