Braeden was nervous.
He hadn't seen Emma since their little get-together at Hogsmeade, which ended with the boy passing out on the floor after hitting a lamppost. Yeah, that hadn't been traumatizingly embarrassing at all… And now he had to walk around with a huge purple-pink bruise on his forehead (this was what, the second or third this term? Merlin).

The boy had just finished with his Transfiguration class and hadn't bothered dropping off his things at the Gryffindor tower, so as he paced around the courtyard nervously, he carried his backpack on one shoulder and his books in one hand.

And now, we wait.