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Braeden turned his brown eyes toward the compartment door as an all too familiar voice filled the air. At the sight of Evangeline, his eyebrows rose nearly to his hairline before allowing a grin to adorn his face ever so dorkily. "It's Hollywood!" he announced suddenly (he'd decided this would be her new name, which he found fit perfectly with her American actress secret identity). "Of course you can join us," he added, turning to Roderigo. "This is Evangeline, she's a famous American act-- wait, I wasn't supposed to say that, was I?" Braeden asked, brows furrowed. "Or was the whole secret agent thing the real secret?" Leave it up to Braeden to reveal every mortal secret in the world just after he had promised he wouldn't tell a soul (his cluelessness was completely unintentional, of course).
"Ah! Not--not that she's really any of those things," Braeden quickly tried to cover the secret back up as he turned to Roderigo, hoping the boy hadn't really caught any of his blurt outs. "She's-- she's just-- she's new," he concluded. Best to leave it at that.
"And, uh, Evangeline... this is Roderigo," now he introduced the girl to the new boy. "He's from a land far and mysterious..." he added in a tone that was supposed to evoke a sense of mystery. In reality it just made him sound like the dork he was.
Amadeus Alfred Kipling was returning to Hogwarts as a changed man. He had lost his best friend, Mathieu Kaden Moreau, and the winter holidays had not been as snobbishly, arrogantly delightful as they had been in years past. No tag-teaming, no staying up late pulling stunts or talking, no nothing. Instead, he had been home like a good little boy with his family, burying his nose in his studies so he would have more time to relax once he returned to Hogwarts missing his other half.
He wore his signature tailored trousers and polished oxfords, his arms loosely at his sides. A scarf was wrapped about his throat and he wore a leather jacket, quite a difference from his usual tailored jackets. His brow was furrowed as he bid adieu to his family and made his way onto the train, not paying much attention to where he was headed. As he made his way along, he saw an acquaintance of his.
Being that they were both wealthy purebloods, Amadeus and Roderigo had crossed paths a few times before but had never established a solid relationship. At this point in time, he was accompanied by a lady and a boy with a bouffant. As he neared them, Deus nodded and attempted to smile before unconsciously fingering the earring on his left lobe out of habit.