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princess of*hp* 
Amadeus felt a bit embarrassed as well, biting his lower lip. "I'm sorry, love." He apologized to the thin blonde. What must she think of them? He was surprised that she hadn't run off in the midst of their fight. Looking back at Brae, he couldn't help but flash a grin as well. "A race? In these?" He gestured towards their feet, where their ice skates were still laced. Looking back at his friend, he grinned mischievously.
"Sure. Why not? From... here to the end of the lake?" He turned to gaze toward the lake's end, making sure that they both had a clear path. "Then, shall we go inside and grab a warm drink? The loser... let's say that the loser has to shine the other's shoes for a week." He grinned, assured that his muscled frame would be able to beat his scrawny counterpart. Thoughts of Braeden laboring over Amadeus's designer shoes was quite amusing.
Braeden nodded his head as Deus first spoke. The Gryffindor boy didn't really stand a chance; while Deus was going around making fancy twists and basically floating on the ice, poor Braeden was struggling to keep himself up and kept losing balance. But the boy was feeling far too cheery at the moment to realize his disadvantage, and either way, he just wanted to play, regardless of who won.
It seemed Deus was feeling a little more competitive, though, as he soon gave out the terms and conditions of the race, explaining what the loser's punishment would be. Braeden chuckled softly and nodded confidently. "Done," he agreed with one of his goofy grins, turning and beginning to lead the way over to the other end of the ice rink as fast as his clumsy feet would allow. Looking back, he saw Deus was already catching up with him, and so the boy picked up speed, though he knew it wouldn't be long until he slipped and fell flat on his behind. Oh well!
And so, like two happy little boys, they disappeared through the crowds standing on the ice and skated happily ever after.
THE END._______