Throwing an agitated wave at the girls, Theodore scampered off as quickly as he could. He had screwed up badly, horribly. For Merlin's sake, couldn't they have just stuck together?! But "nooooo," Braeden had wanted to go see if he could get into the Ravenclaw Common Room now that he was curly-topped and shorter. Not as if he would have had luck answering the question to get past, anyway.

As he walked along and out to the grounds, he chewed on his lower lip nervously, hands stuffed in his dark-colored pants. Theodore truly didn't understand the implications of what he had just done.