Theo had walked around everywhere, hoping to run into someone. But so far, no one, NO ONE, had approached who they thought to be Braeden Stonem. So, boredom had taken him all the way to the front gate. He peered out at the path in front of the castle and down the one that led to Hogsmeade, sighing a most un-Braeden-like sigh. Not many people were around. How in Merlin's saggy pants was he supposed to be able to do this final without people interacting with him?

Think, Dumble, think! He berated himself, I mean, Stonem! Braeden was a social type of guy, so maybe people expected him to just walk up to them? Maybe. Think Brae, think DORKY.

Spotting a young girl a few feet away, Theo winked and took a few steps forward... before tripping over his own two feet. Damn that lion's clumsiness! Flapping his arms at his sides like a baby bird that couldn't fly, he got his balance and stood up, swiping a hand through his hair and pretending that nothing had happened. That was the Stonem-like thing to do, right?