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Alfie felt weird. She didn't like being Emma so much any more. It was fun when she was wandering around the grounds, not being herself. But now? When Emma's boyfriend was present?! No thank you! She was beginning to think back to her own boyfriend, a very recent development, and couldn't help but feel weird holding Braeden's hand, his best mate's of all people. Oh this was such a weird situation. She was distracted as the boy at her side mentioned finals, starting it out in what seemed to be not Brae-like. But he quickly finished with a very Braeden-like response to it; winging it, seeing if someone else could help.
At the mention of Theo's name, for a small moment, an almost dreamy sort of haze fell over the Malfoy's expression because it was, of course, Alfie who was behind the outer appearance. And being Alfie, with her affections for Theo as they were, she couldn't help but smile when she heard his name. Realizing this problem, she quickly wiped the expression from the Malfoy's face, eyes widened as she stared at the ground. "Um, yeah," she said quickly, clearing her throat. "Theo could probably help you with that." She searched her mind for something to say, anything Emma-like. "I like quidditch," she suddenly blurted out. It was the only thing she could think of! "So...yeah, I've just been..playing up a storm recently. Haven't had much time to...study. You know me." Unfortunately, Braeden did know Emma, and that was what worried her.
PHEW! So, the studying-for-finals screw up had been safely remedied. Maybe polyjuicin' it wasn't too bad after all... if you knew how to act, at least. Maybe a course in theatre would have done Theo some good before undertaking this task. Not as if he had gotten much of a choice, anyway; it
was a final for potions, after all, and one didn't want to mess with Miss Hecate Lefay.
"Quidditch, yeah!" Braeden brightened up. I mean, Theo brightened up. Both of them did. Neither of them did. I SHOULD GET PAID FOR NARRATING THIS MADNESS. "Yeah, love, last game was a bit... a bit hard for a few of us. I'm really glad you won," He made as if to give her a kiss on the cheek but held back. That was crossing the line! There was acting, and then there was going to far. Oops. "Theo was just bummed that he couldn't play. My best mate, y'know..." His gaze fell to the dirt path that they walked on as the dramatic skills came naturally to him. Having gotten food poisoning minutes before the big match, Theodore had been resigned to bed while everyone else had had a ball. He couldn't help but think that had he played, they might have won. But no, that was presumptuous. What was done was done.