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Gryffindoll 
Braeden was laying down on one of the stone benches of the courtyard. He was on his back, using his bookbag as a pillow as his brown eyes stared up ahead with immense concentration, causing his bushy eyebrows to furrow and making him oblivious to the rest of the world.
He was reading.
It was an unusual sight, but upon closer inspection one could see the boy wasn't ready a philosophy book or any other sort of school book. He was reading a comic book. Because he was Braeden Stonem, and that's what doof Gryffindorks named Braeden Stonem are into. Movies and comic books.
"Braedennnnnnnnnn!" Charlie yelled as she ran towards the Gryffindor cub. "What are yo...Wah! Oooff!" The next thing Charlie knew she was on her back in a puddle of mud, having slipped in a slippery area.
Sitting up, Charlie looked around dazed.
Well. That could have gone better. Char looked to Braeden, hoping he didn't see. Seeing as they hadn't seen each other in
ages. That would be embarrassing.