Originally Posted by Gryffindoll

Poor Braeden was already off to a messy start. Not only had he managed to dump a few pounds worth of food onto his lap (and he'd been wearing brand new robes, too! ;__; ), but he was surrounded by witnesses, as well.

Oh, Merlin.
Yeah... this wasn't embarrassing at all. So much for starting off his sixth year as the 'wise, all-knowing' upperclassman. Was that a first or second year laughing at him?!
Guess the 'wise' and 'all-knowing' will have to come next term.

Ahh, and then there was another Slytherin in sight! This one just as pretty as the last, but a little nicer as she immediately proceeded to clean the hopeless boy's mess. Braeden's brown eyes lit up at the sight of his now-sparkling-clean robes and turned to Emma with the widest of grins. "Merlin... thanks for that, Em. Always there to save the day, aren't you?" he said with a soft chuckle. It was true, though. It seemed almost every time Brae was too dull to remember his wand, Emma was always there performing magic with more grace and knowledge than most of the professors at the school.
Kinda put the sixth year boy to shame, but he didn't care.

"Uh... no, actually, I was reserving that seat for my pet dragon," said Braeden seriously as Emma asked if she could sit beside him. And then he laughed - okay, maybe it hadn't been THAT funny, but he thought he was hilarious. "I'm joking, 'course you can sit here. I need my babysitter around when I'm doing risky things... like having dinner..." he trailed off with a chuckle. Aw shucks, I'm full of jokes today. Har har har.

Awww look, it was a cute little first or second year... laughing at him...
Wait, what?! Laughing?! Yeah, okay, it wasn't embarrassing at all when even the younger students were laughing at you. Poor Brae looked like the younger Gryffindor had just punched him in the face.

As the little girl offered to help him, though, the boy couldn't help but smile. "That's alright, my babysitter here is taking care of me," he said, gesturing toward the pretty blonde sitting at his other side before turning back to his plate which was now empty. He considered re-filling it, but thought better of it... He still had to eat, but he was going to have to take it slow this time.