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Amadeus rose an eyebrow at the familiar voice. At the student's use of his nickname, face contorted into such a mask of rage that woodland creatures, like Bambi and Thumper and their little friends, would be terrified at the sight of the angered seventh year. "No. I am not alright. Far from it, Stonem." He seemed to hiss out his words, the Slytherin in his personality making an appearance. Placing his feet firmly on the ice, he sprang up, his fists clenched. The Gryffindor was in for it. Now that Amadeus had finally found Braeden, his mission was one of murder rather than suicide.
"Did you know that I sent you forty-seven owls?" He spoke viciously. Thankfully, he had left his wand in his dorm, so no magical harm would be done to anyone in the vicinity if Amadeus became too riled up. "Where have you been?" His narrowed, blue eyes traveled once more to the girl on the ice and he pursed his lips. "Acting like a hussy, I see?" The Ravenclaw crossed his arms over his chest and shot daggers at Braeden, who was a mere few feet away.
Braeden's goofy smile was wiped right off his face and replaced instead by a startled expression when Amadeus ignored his offer of a hand and instead hissed at him in the most frightening of ways. Aw man
poor Brae was in for it now. Looking completely uneasy as he watched his friend's temper grow so high and heated that he could melt the ice they stood on, the boy took a couple steps back. Yeah, Deus was
not very welcoming when he was mad.
Forty-seven owls!? What in the world was he talking ab-- OH. Oohhh. Oh. Oh Merlin. "I--I-- It was cold last night! You couldn't have possibly expected me to keep the window open all night!" said Braeden in his defense. He had wanted to keep the window open, he really did, but his roommates were all threatening to throw him out of it if he didn't close it. All the snow was getting in and no one was very happy. It was understandable. Not to Deus, though, it seemed.
"I've been here! I went to look fo--" A hussy?! Braeden's jaw dropped. Hey, that wasn't very nice! But it was no use arguing with Deus when he was in one of his 'moods'. "I--I--I was hoping I'd meet you here, I mean
I just-- she fell, I had to help her up!" explained the Gryffindor boy, who seemed to shrink in size the more Deus scolded him. Surely his best mate didn't think he had forgotten about their plans just to go meet girls or something! Deus knew him; he should've known Brae wasn't like that. Boo hoo. He was hurting the little lion's feelings; the poor boy looked like he had just been slapped across the face.
"You're not seriously upset, are you?" he asked in a low voice, warily. Of course Deus was upset. But Braeden still held hope that this was only his friend kidding around not being honestly, truly angry with him.