Braeden paced back and forth in front of the room of requirement with a small, thin, rectangular box in hand. It was a movie. Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl, to be exact. If Emma enjoyed it, he'd set up another movie date and show her the sequels.

BUT. For now. He had to make this room of requirement work. He'd been pacing non-stop for the past two minutes, but he was so anxious and nervous and excited at the same time, that he couldn't concentrate on what he needed to ask for. His mind kept slipping back to that gorgeous blonde girl he had the good fortune of calling his girlfriend. Merlin, it felt so long since he'd last seen her. This was his last year at Hogwarts, so he had been a little bit busier than usual, especially with NEWTs coming up and all.

Finally, after only 87348573 tries, Braeden got the room of requirement to present itself. Flashing a goofy, lopsided grin of his, the Gryffindork ran over to the door, as if afraid it might disappear if he didn't burst into the place in the next 2.5 seconds. Once inside the pitch black, large room, Brae did what he did best: he ran straight into one of the theater chairs and flipped over, landing on the one beside it before rolling off and landing on the carpeted floor.

Smooth entrance, a-la Stonem.
Stumbling back up to his feet and wincing over his mildly injured elbow and knee, the seventeen-year-old stretched out his arms and blindly guided himself over to the projector.

It wasn't after exactly 13 minutes of trying hopelessly to set up the movie, that the muggleborn remembered: I'm a wizard.
I'm a wizard, I have... A WAND!
And so, at that moment, he pulled out his wand and muttered, "Lumos!"
Suddenly, life was so much easier. Smiling to himself in his own embarrassment, the dorky, clumsy boy shook his head, unaware of the mess his lion's mane had become after that whole crash with the seats earlier.