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Amadeus shrugged. "I suppose he is. I mean," He quickly chewed up the remained of his vegetables before continuing, "I hope he graduates. You never know if he'll become too distracted before the end of the term and have to retake year seven, or however their system of schooling generally operates." Maybe Vince could join Braeden and Amadeus on their trip after the current term to whatever place held their fancy. Maybe they could go to France, Germany, Africa, Iceland even? The possibilities were endless if one was to combine the fortunes of all of the males involved in the summer excursion. As the pair continued to eat their supper, a house elf, the female who had brought them drinks, nervously tiptoed up to them and looked rather nervous. Patting the corners of his mouth with a napkin, the blonde spoke a single word. "Yes?" The simple question sent the anxious elf into a babbling frenzy concerning whether the sirs would be privy to desserts.
Taking a look at his plate and glancing at Brae, Amadeus asked. "Do you want anything? I ordered the dinner, so I suppose it would be proper to allow Lady Stonem to order the last course." It was quite rough for the Ravenclaw to hide a smirk, his cheek muscles pained with the exertion to keep still.
Braeden nodded his head absentmindedly as Deus answered his earlier question, finishing up his lasagna as he listened to his best friend speak. Yeah, the school system was probably different in Italy… The Gryffindor boy let out a content sigh and leaned back on his seat, letting his hands rest on his full belly. YUM. That lasagna was
goooood. He could live off that stuff!
It was then that a little house-elf arrived, asking if they wanted any dessert. Braeden's face seemed to lit up. He was full, it was true, but… The pasta had been salty and a little spicy, he was in the mood for something sweet to make up for it. The boy was just about to open his mouth and make his request when Amadeus spoke, teasing him and calling him 'Lady Stonem'. Braeden, who had his mouth open, closed it shut and gave his friend a look. A moment later, he was crossing his legs in a very lady-like fashion and resting both hands on his knee.
"Thank you, Deusy, you're always such a gentleman," said the boy in a gentle voice, his tones girlish. The little house-elf that stood there waiting for their orders seemed a little puzzled and even disturbed by the boys' behaviour, so Braeden cleared his throat and returned to his lazy pose. "I'd like a banana split, please," he requested of the little elf. "What about you, Deusy, what will you be having?" he asked his friend, turning to him with an amused smirk.