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Originally Posted by Gryffindoll
Unfortunately for Braeby, the ONE TIME that Ruby was giving a true, genuine grin, Braeden was too distracted freaking out to really notice it much. He had his gaze fixed on a spot on the armrest of Ruby's armchair, bushy eyebrows furrowed as a look of deep thought and concentration took over his usually-goofy features. It wasn't until the fiery redheaded Lioness spoke, mentioning that it was a bad idea for Brae to try to get involved, that the boy finally looked up.
Yeah, he had a feeling that would probably be the case.
But… if Ruby would continue to be home-schooled, if she was just leaving Hogwarts and not England, then… "Can I at least still visit you?" he asked. And it was rather ironic that he'd ask, seeing as he always showed up at the Blair residence unannounced and uninvited to make himself at home. If Ruby didn't deny him (and even if she did, who said the Gryffindork was gonna listen?), then the boy was already making plans to come over every weekend and be as huge of a pain in the neck as possible. He had to make up for the days Ruby wouldn't get to punch him around and he wouldn't get to infuriate her!
But then the girl was up on her feet, and Braeden looked up at her questioningly.
As Ruby asked if he was going to go get something to eat earlier, the boy nodded, and as she went on to announce that she would be joining him, the little doof grinned in that lopsided way he so often did. Taking Ruby's offered hand (a bit warily still), the cowardly lion hopped up to his feet.
And, without further ado, Braeden Stonem nearly sprinted out of the common room, dragging Ruby Blair behind him.
Snorting loudly when he asked if he could still visit her, Ruby nodded.
"Yeah, whatever," She said, the grin still etched on her face. It was nice that he was asking
permission for once, though--usually he just barged in without invitation. And then, before she knew it, the Gryffindork was dragging her out of the common room and down to the Great Hall.
When they arrived, she made a beeline for the Gryffindor table, of course. Sitting down at an empty place on the bench, Ruby patted the seat next to her and then eyed Brae. This would be nice--she could pie him before the term ended! Noticing a jug of butterbeer, though, the lioness was suddenly thirsty. She reached forward and poured herself a gobletfull and then, on second though, poured one for the goofball as well.
"To Gryffindor," She said, raising her goblet in a toast. But before Brae could even clink goblets with her, she had gulped down the entire contents and was already pouring herself another glass. Thirsty much?