Braeden, Braeden, Braeden. ಠ_ಠ
Why, oh WHY, did he always have to take people so literally? Not everyone was as sweet as sugar. Theodore thought that the fellow sixth year would have known that but before he could stop him, the evil little girl had punched him in the nose. And she had run away. "C-COWARD!" Theodore raised a fist and shook it in her direction as she leaped off and cackled away. The owls in the vicinity hooted madly, some with contented revenge, some with indifference, and others with sincere care for the wounded lion.

But now was not the time for revenge on the girl. The Ravenclaw would see her again... how could you miss that head of hair? Running over to Braeden, he took a good look at his face. It was bad. A bit of blood had already leaked out and for the next few weeks, he would probably have a bruise in the center of his face. "That... hag!" Theodore spluttered out the only word that came to mind. "Why... what in the hell just happened?" He was beyond concerned and placed his hands on his friend's shoulders, attempting to comfort him.