Braeden turned his face away from the fire and focused on Caroline instead as the girl proceeded to sit down beside him, sharing with him how the room reminded her of her father's office and how he had died a few days before she started Hogwarts. This information got the boy's dark eyebrows to raise slightly in surprise. He figured that her bringing this up now meant she probably hadn't been so completely out-of-it the night before when she first brought up her family. She remembered. And Braeden took this as an invite to pursue the subject.

"How did he... die?" asked the boy a bit quietly, unsure of his own question. It was pretty blunt; gah. Hopefully he hadn't been completely rude. "If you don't mind me asking," he quickly added, not wanting Caroline to feel like she was obliged to answer his questions if they were imprudent.

Caroline hadn't been upset over the passing of her father in years. She was growing into a strong young lady. It's just the fights with her mother that hurt now. She nodded, when He had asked her if she minded that he asked what happen, well it was kind of the point but she didn't say that. "A muggle robbed him, said that he wanted his money, well dad just had wizard money, the guy thought it was a joke and shot him" She said. Natually her eyes did get a little bit watery, but she didn't burst out in tears like she thought she would.

Braeden's brown eyes went wide when Caroline explained to him what had led to her father's death. And, being muggleborn, he couldn't help but being a little ashamed. Merlin. The things people did for money...

The boy's gaze had drifted off to the fire briefly before returning to Caroline, only to find the girl's blue eyes beginning to sparkle from what seemed to be tears. Oh, nice move, Braeden! Now you made her cry! GAH! What was he supposed to do now?! He knew he shouldn't have asked! Ughh. He was such an idiot (or at least that's what he told himself at that moment). Braeden just freaked for a moment there; what was he supposed to do now? He was never any good at making crying girls feel better; it always made him uneasy to watch them get all teary-eyed. He never knew what to do.

"Hey..." he muttered softly, taking one of her hands with his right, just as a small gesture of comfort. He didn't want to get too close and freak her out either. "Sorry I asked, I..." Well, he wasn't really sure what to say. What could you possibly say at a moment like this? The boy grew quiet then, just absentmindedly stroking the back of the girl's hand with his thumb and hoping dearly the tears in her eyes would go away. If she cried he might just...
Well, being Braeden, he might just turn into a little girl and cry as well. Oh Merlin, God forbid. Girly Braeden was a fright.

Caroline gave him a small smile. She wiped what little bit of tears that were there with a hand. It really wasn't like she had balled her eyes out, like before. Time heals everything. She smiled again, the sweet guesture was enough to make her feel mad enough to really cry, which she did. Growing up she was the type that wouldn't cry until you came to comfront her, she was still like that. She shook her head

"No, No, You're fine, I wanted to tell you about it." She wiped her eyes again. she moved to the arm of the chair that Brae was sitting in, She put head on his shoulder like she did with her brother in the common room weeks after his death. She wiped the remaining tears and rasied her head "Sorry,I don't always cry over it anymore. I just miss him"

Braeden cringed slightly as Caroline cried. Nooo! That's not what he wanted! This wasn't going well... But he said nothing more, and listened as the girl assured him that she had wanted to tell him about her father. He smiled weakly at this, rather honoured that she would confide in him, but still feeling rather bad that he had to see her cry. It wasn't a good feeling.

The boy relaxed back into the seat as Caroline rested her head on his shoulder, absentmindedly gazing at her blonde hair as she apologized for crying, mentioning that she just missed her father.

"You don't have to apologize," he said, shaking his head slightly though she couldn't see that. "I'd have to be a bit of an ogre to be upset over that," he added with a soft chuckle. Eh, it was probably still too soon for jokes. He decided best to just keep quiet and let the girl at his side let out her tears and sorrow if it made her feel better. He gazed at the fire absentmindedly, taking in the sweet smell of her hair and keeping her hand wrapped up in his own as he watched the fire sitting across from them. This was definitely not the way he had planned to write up his next movie script, but right now he couldn't even remember the script or the parchment he'd brought or anything at all.

Caroline sighed and nodded to him. She was starting to feel better. Geez she was just wanting to get into the room of requirement not even an hour ago.She let a small laugh slip out. She watched his attention go to the fireplace. The crying was over for the time being. Of course she didn't have to apologize it was Braeden that she was talking to not her mother who blames her, still does. "My mum blames me. Even now" she said "Mum and I have had a tough time getting along with me, becasue of it."

Braeden tore his gaze away from the fireplace as Caroline... laughed? His eyebrows rose at the sound he didn't expect, but he was glad to hear. He listened as the girl then proceeded to share with him her mother's sentiments about the whole situation. The boy's brows furrowed slightly at this. "She blames you for what happened to your father?" he asked, a bit disbelievingly. How could that, or anything, really, be her fault? It didn't seem very fair to him.

Caroline nodded. "It's like this to her" She paused. Her mother, came from a little wizardary family called the Malfoys. Her mother's branch of Malfoys still very pureblood, pureblood, blah blah blah This was something that she thought was very out-of-date and old fashioned. "I begged for this muggle book Charlie and the Chocolate factory. Dad finally gave in and was going to get it for me without telling mum about it" she frowned. "She had no clue that he was going to get it for me. He went out to a bookstore in London. He was coming home when it happen" She Paused for a moment because she thought she was going to lose it again. "She found out about when the Police gave her everything that he had with him that day" At this point this was the most the she'd ever talked about her mum to anyone outside of family. She turned and glanced at the fire.

Braeden listened quietly and attentively to Caroline's story. He wasn't sure what to tell her, or if he even needed to tell her anything. He found the way the girl's mother had handled the situation wasn't the wisest, and it obviously wasn't very nice of her to go and blame Caroline for something she had nothing to do with. But telling this to the girl at his side wasn't going to bring back her dad or really change anything; and as much as he wanted to help, Braeden wasn't sure how to.

He did have one concern, though.
"You are aware, though… that it wasn't really your fault… right?" he asked Caroline, his brows slightly furrowed as he asked this. He didn't want to find out that the guilt trip Caroline's mother was putting her through was actually working.

Caroline nodded "Yes, It's taking me until last year to realize that but better than like it used to be." she raised her eyebrows "but she still thinks it is, and that's her problem" She said rather coldly, then she ever really was or had ever been, she always that this tone with only her mother or in some conservations of her mother.

Caroline stated into the fire with a rather odd expression. There was a silent moment that seems to linger. She turned and looked at Braeden. Here she was telling him her whole life story, crying on his shoulder and he was just here to do some writing. She the last thing he probably wanted has her hanging around crying like a baby.

"Sorry you wanted to come here to write. I'm going to go" She stood up and looked at him. She thought she was going to cry again. She started to the door, but stopped she tunred around she remember that she had his jacket in her dorm from wearing it last night "Oh, I forgot to give you back your jacket last night. Its in my dorm."

Braeden smiled faintly as Caroline assured him that she had realized this all wasn't really her fault, glad to hear that. But then, next thing he knew, her head was leaving his shoulder and her hand was leaving his own as she got up from her seat and walked away to the door. Completely caught off-guard by the girl's sudden departure, Braeden watched her go with a puzzled expression - gah, had he said something wrong?!

But then she was apologizing and he realized she just didn't want to keep him from his writing. Braeden was just about to reply to that, when she mentioned his jacket. ... What? Oh, yeah... the jacket he'd given her last night... Braeden chuckled softly and shook his head. "Don't worry about it," said the boy, getting up to his feet at that moment, parchment and quill still in hand. In all honesty, he didn't really feel like writing anymore. And he felt kinda bad letting Caroline go when she was obviously not quite feeling her best.

"What do you say we transform this room into something else and watch a movie?" he suggested with a small smile. He had, after all, promised to take her to the movies the very first day he'd met her. But with no movie theaters anywhere near this magical school, it had been kind of hard to keep his promise. Maybe the room of requirement could help.

Caroline almost at the door when when Braeden started to talk. She turned around slowly. She really didn't want to leave but she thought that maybe he could work better on his own, or something. Maybe her leaving would help him get a start. She really wasn't worried about giving him back his jacket, she could do that anytime, really. She gave him a weak smile.

"Are you sure? I really didn't want to butt in on your writting." She asked. If they could turn the room into a movies theather that would be awesome. That means that he was going to be true his word. Suddenlty she started to feel better. Before she realized what she was doing she was walking/running back to Braeden and gave him a hug. He was really a good friend.

"I'm sure," said Braeden with a nod, his smile inviting. He really didn't mind; he could write any time he wanted, anywhere he wanted. And this right now, when his friend wasn't feeling her best, wasn't necessarily an appropriate time to ignore the rest of the world and write. Nah, Brae was too nice. And either way, a movie sounded good.

Before the boy could say or do anything else, he found himself almost losing his balance for a second there as Caroline ran to him, awarding him a hug that nearly sent the lanky boy falling back to the floor. But he managed to stay on his feet, his brown eyes widened in surprise for a moment before he returned the gesture with an amused smile.

"Alright, alright, if you get all sentimental on me now you're gonna make this unlikely Gryffindor cry, Caroline," said the boy with a soft chuckle, ruffling the girl's hair playfully (mostly because he knew it irritated her) before pulling back. "Shall we get going then?" he asked. They couldn't stay in the room while it changed, after all.

Caroline thought that she was going to knock him over as she hugged him. Whoaa! she squeezed him and go of him. She felt his hand ruffle her hair. She hated that more than about anything. "Hey" as she tried to fix her hair the best she could. She stuck her tonuge out at him. Oh of course that they had to go back into the corridor and start the whole process of getting back in. "That the last thing I want to see you do is cry Brae" She laughed. "Yes" she said simply and heading to the door again this time walking out with Braeden behind her.

Simon looked at Fee and sighed, he hadn't ment to upset Fee this much and now he was wondering if he should go before she hit him for all the things he had done, but for some reason he just couldn't leave. "I'm sorry I was such a Jerk Fee, I really mean that." Simon sighed as she punched his arm, well he deserved that though he knew she was playing, he hoped that maybe Fee would forgive him, then she said something again but he could hardly hear her because she was muttering. "I promise I'll never hurt you again." Hopefully that was the right answer, now should he tell Fee why he was so upset, he decided against it, he would tell her when he knew they were friends again.

Braeden gave a soft, amused chuckle as Caroline assured him she didn't want to see him cry before leading the way out of the room of requirement. Like a good little boy, he followed closely behind her and closed the doors to the room once they were out in the hall. A second later, the doors disappeared and the wall was completely empty once more. Braeden then proceeded to repeat the same ritual from before - he began to pace up and down the corridor three times before the doors reappeared, looking exactly the same as before but leading to a completely different room.

The new room was a bit larger than the last, but it wasn't enormous, necessarily. It had about four rows of comfortable movie theater seats and, of course, the large screen to watch movies on. It was like a mini movie theater. Oh and of course, it was completely dark too, so when Braeden walked in the first thing he did was walk straight into a chair and fall head-first into it. The boy was hopeless.

"AGK!" Yeah maybe he should've lit his wand or something before walking into the room like that. But he quickly regained his composure and sat properly on the seat, looking like an eager little boy. "Alright, if I did this right, we might be watching a muggle classic..." he said as he watched the screen light up. Yeah, hopefully the room wouldn't play them the wrong movie 'cause that would... suck.

Caroline watched as he walked up and down the corridor to get back into the room. The doors appeared once more and they walked back into the room. The room was totally different from the office that they had came out of. This room was nothing like a room she had never seen, well what she could see of it through the darkness. It was pretty dark.

She tried to follow Braeden as close as she could. She was just about take her wand and conjure and light to see better. When apparent Brae had ran into something, causing her to run into him. "Oh, sorry" She laughed loudly. She follow him to a seat and sat down beside him. She smiled and nodded when he said if it was right that then they be watching a muggle Classic. She jumped when the sceen flashed white. what the crap was that.

Fee just nodded at Simon.He really seemed to be sorry.She should forgive him. After all they were friends and just because he had a little freak oput, they shouldnt go seperate ways.Friendships were so important."Its okay",the blonde nodded,"i forgive you."Friends were there to forget another.He promised to never hurt her again? Now that was sooo cute,really.Getting a little closer sthe second year hugged her friend."I hope you dont",she whispered and smiled to herself.Finally everything was okay again.But still, the girl wanted to know what had happend that day?! Perhaps Simon would tell her later.

"It's alright," said Braeden with a soft chuckle as Caroline apologized for running into him. Yeah, he really should've used his wand to light the way rather than just blindly walk into things like this. Oh well. They were in their seats now and the movie was about to start and that was all that mattered.

Wait.

No, there was something missing.
As the screen flashed white, nearly blinding the boy for a second there, he pulled out his wand. With a swift wave, he conjured up a large bowl filled with popcorn. You couldn't just go to the movies and not have popcorn! C'mon, now! Besides, if he was going to introduce Caroline to this muggle tradition, he had to do it right. And it wouldn't be right without popcorn. "Here, have some," said the boy, offering his Slytherin friend the bowl so he wasn't hogging it all up to himself.

Caroline watched as Braeden pulled out his wand and conjured up a big bowl of white stuff she had know idea what it was. She looked warningly at the strange looking stuff that her friend was eating. He offered her some of the white puffy stuff. . She didn't want to be rude so she took a piece of whatever it was

"What is this?" She tried to sound more curious then freaked out over the strange food. She turned the food in her hand examing it . She looked at Braeden and smiled She put the food in her mouth and ate it. Wow that was so buttery, but good. she grabbed a handful and begun to dig it. "This stuff is good" She laughed and took another handful and ate it like a little kid. What had she missed being pureblood, these fun movies and food "What is name of the movie?"


The movie started and as the first scene came on. After about half an hour of the movie She noticed something strange. The main character looked pretty firmilar looking. She could quite put her finger on it. She looked at Braeden and looked at the guy who played spideman. Oh my gosh. They're twins. She nudged Braeden's arm with her elbow, trying to get his attention.

"Brae, Brae. You and the spiderman-guy could pass for twins She whispered and pointing to the sceen. This was one of the best days of her life. She had soon for gotten all about the crying over the stuff that she told him, and being all girly like she was earlier. She knew that she had a good friend in Braeden. She put her head back on his shoulder and continued to watch the movie. She whispered a "Thank you" to him..

Thanks to some experience he enjoyed a few years ago, it was not a difficult business for the Gryffindor boy to gain the entrance to the Room of Requirement. Yet, this time there was one certain thing about this visit: He was not enjoying it and was definitely not going to enjoy it. Actually, far from being enjoyed, he could not think of any other feeling that would be worse than he was tasting right now. Possibly not. Trying to keep his mind away from this thought, he looked up once stepped inside and eyed the place to see what kind of a room was presenting itself to him this time. He hoped there would be no nasty and annoying boxes again.

On the other hand how the room looked did not matter much since the only important thing to pay attention was being alone with her....possibly for the very last time. Even the idea of it was making him feel the only pain he escaped so Merlin knew how it was going to feel once he actually did it. Again to keep the thought away, the lion boy focused back on the room, looking around.

The walls were painted, well no he doubted anyone actually painted those walls, so they were in a light colour close to beige but slightly darker. There was no window instead there were four mirrors hanged to the each wall as well as a few paintings with simple images of some scenery either beach or a valley as well as a waterfall and a forest. Most of the other stuff inside the room; like the large couch in the middle, what looked like a carpet on the floor were dark red and there was also a large bookcase which almost reached to the dark ceiling yet it was almost empty with only a few thick books. Hmph. This place had surely nothing to do with him. This was stupid.

However there was nothing to do about it so ignoring it all, he approached one of the mirrors only to check if it was apparent and easy to figure out how he felt right now, he did not want her to simply look at him and find out that nothing pleasant was going on. So, he paid a good effort to look as confident and content as usual. For once be a good actor Josh Carter. Hopefully glancing again his handsome reflection, it did not like he was upset or else. Fine. And mentioning being handsome, he doubted it was going to save him from a girl's wrath this time. Yet he knew he deserved it and it was way better if she happened to hate him. Then her safety would be guaranteed.

*keep staring at the mirror*

Well she certainly had no clue what he was thinking, though Evelyn made her way up to the seventh floor anyhow. Perhaps he just wanted to be alone? She definitely wouldn't mind being alone with him for awhile. She hadn’t seen him much lately, and she was missing him terribly.

Wrapping her arms around her waist, she smiled slightly as she slowed her pace down, glancing around the corridor as she walked towards the Room of Requirement. Hmm, she hadn’t been up here in awhile. Good thinking on his part to want to meet in this place. No one could bother them, know they were there, or anything. Just them.

Seeing the door to the Room of Requirement, Evelyn paused for a moment, a frown forming on her lips as she saw it start to…close? NO! Taking off into a sprint, her hand wrapped around the handle and she pulled it open just the slightest. Hopefully, this was Josh? Right? He said he would be here. Taking a quick glance around the corridor to see if there was anyone here to see her, and thank Merlin there wasn’t, Evelyn peaked her head inside the room. Seeing the familiar dark haired, handsome, Gryffindor boy standing there staring at his reflection, the Slytherin girl smiled and eased her way inside, closing the door behind her silently. She watched the back of his head for a moment before looking at his reflection in the mirror, seeing the familiar confident expression and attitude about him staring back. Well, staring back at Josh…

"I think the mirror is deceiving you." She said quietly, a warm almost shy smile forming on her lips as she took a step into the room, not bothering to really look around at it. "You are much better looking in person."

That person Josh was seeing in the mirror, his own reflection of course he was not a schizophrene to see other things and people that did not exist, he looked just as he wanted but he was not sure if he had enough guts to do what he was planning. It was a fact that probably known and figured out by many people that he was the bravest Gryffindor, at least in this school, as even his own housemates had proved lately by acting like totally fainthearted chickens at the cases like losing even a bit of points even for speaking up one's mind, having a little fun or protecting a friend. Josh was already aware that it was a honourable thing to win the House Cup but winning it was not going to change one's life nor it did anything good for the behalf of a friend or a loved one, a loved one just like the girl he was waiting for,well, actually she was more than only loved.

Though it was already proven that he was the bravest, giving up the love of somebody like her seemed to him the same as throwing himself willingly to be the target of the darkest curse ever. Yet it had to be done for her sake and wellbeing. So it was not important if the possible consequences of what was going to take place in here scared him. The person in the mirror slightly smiled too, when Josh did with the thought that, at least, this plan was definitely going to work.

When the girl he was expecting stepped inside, the Gryffindor was so lost in thought that he did not even realise it or heard the door being closed. He only kept staring with that slightly smiling face until the voice of the Slytherin girl came to his ears her words make his smile grow much wider as he searched for her reflection in the mirror. ''Well...perhaps you'r right. But not when i was attacked by a huge school of owls in that creepy owlery'' Ah, memories. He could remember his face being full of cuts and Patroclus and Carter warning him about being covered with blood and feathers.

Taking a heavy breath, the Gryffindor boy turned his back to look at the girl, still smiling as warmly as he could. ''Of course it is pretty much flattering and honourable to hear such a thing from the most adorable girl alive'' He did not know if those were right words to utter right now considering what he was planning to do but he could not help it for obvious reasons. Not to mention the fact that he missed her so much.

Then after fixing his dark brown eyes on her beautiful face for a couple moments in silence, he began to approach her slowly but in a sudden he fastened his steps and wrapped his arms around her waist, gently of course, as if she could escape any moment. And at that very moment first he looked into her hazel eyes then leaned in to kiss her. Perhaps this was a bad idea and made everything more difficult to deal with for the both of them but Merlin! It was the only and last time he could feel her like that.

When he was attacked by the school owls? When did that happen?

Pushing the thought away, she finally glanced around the room, taking in the couch, the rest of the mirrors, and the paintings. Well, she liked the other room better, the one that he first thought up and they first went here together, but anywhere is fine as long as he was there.

Her gaze moved back to him as he said she was adorable, making her expression turn to one of surprise. Not by much, but it was still there, as well as the fact that her cheeks started to burn and create a rosy red color. Willing her skin color to go back to normal, she was surprised to see feet in her line of vision, not having realized that she had glanced down to the floor, but it was more than welcoming to feel Josh’s arms around her. Lifting her gaze to his wonderful face, she slowly snuck her own arms around his neck as she leaned up to meet his kiss.

Note to self. Less studying, more Josh time!

"It's popcorn," Braeden shared with one of his goofy grins as Caroline questioned him on the fluffy white snack he was offering her. He couldn't help but be amused by her wary behaviour, chuckling softly to himself before returning his attention to the screen just as the girl asked what was the name of the movie. "Oh, it's Spider-Man. Huge Muggle classic, it's based off these comic books that have been around since… forever," the boy shared enthusiastically, always happy to talk about movies or comic books or anything…. muggle guy-ish like that.

Braeden became distracted as the movie officially started, absentmindedly taking a handful of popcorn from the bowl he'd given Caroline, his brown eyes never leaving the screen. He seemed hypnotized, jumping on surprise scenes and sitting on the edge of his seat when the main character found himself in a tight spot. Whatever emotion the movie evoked, Braeden felt it like he was in the movie himself. He really got into it.

The boy wasn't even aware of Caroline watching him until the girl elbowed him. A bit startled, the Gryffindor boy turned to her with raised eyebrows. "What's wrong?" he asked, just before she shared with him that Spider-Man looked like him. Braeden's eyebrows rose further. "Wha'… Spider-Man? Me?" he asked with a breathless, amused chuckle. His gaze traveled over to the screen with a thoughtful expression and he laughed lightly. He supposed he looked a bit like Peter Parker… maybe it was the eyebrows. Who knew? Braeden was soon becoming distracted by the movie again, and hadn't even noticed Caroline resting her head on his shoulder until she spoke.

Surprised, the boy tore his gaze away from the screen and turned to his Slytherin friend instead, smiling at her blonde hair facing him as she rested her head on his shoulder. "You're welcome," he replied softly, flashing the girl a smile she probably couldn't see before returning his gaze to the movie; it was almost over by now.