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Emms
Merlin. The Gryffindor table was crowded. "Excuse me.. Sorry," said the blonde as she approached the crowd and started passing people. She needed to find Braeden before the end of the Term Feast. Emma couldn't believe that he was actually leaving. Her Braeden. She'd never see his smiling face at Hogwarts again. Not next term. Or the term after.
Don't think about it. Just find Brae, she told herself with reassurance. Right. Now where was Braeden. The blonde Malfoy continued to make her way through the crowd of students, squeezing between tight spaces, and ducking to watch out for people throwing their arms around each other. She peeked over the student's heads searching for the handsome mane of her boyfriend. Aha! There he was and the blonde went over to approach that person and then she realised that it was someone else. The blonde slowly brought her hand closer to her and turned around quickly. Panic flooded her emotions. Had he already left? Was he still in the Gryffindor Common Room?
"Braeden?" she called out, hoping that perhaps by some slim chance he'd hear her and come to her rescue from being engulfed by the huge crowd.
It was strange. Standing here in these enormous Hogwarts crowds, Braeden had never felt so alone. The time to leave the beloved castle had come, and he hadn't even seen any of his friends - Theo had dropped off the face of the earth eons ago, Ruby was nowhere to be seen, he hadn't seen Ellie since their meet-up at the pathways, even Alfie had been missing for a while now. Pretty much everyone and anyone the boy had met through his years at Hogwarts had just sort of
vanished into thin air. And now that it was his time to leave the castle, it left this gloomy cloud of nostalgia hovering above his head.
In his thoughts of memories and times spent with good friends, Brae could hear a soft, faint voice calling out his name somewhere in the background.
Oh great, now he was imagining voices!
But as the voice came closer, the Gryffindork realized at that moment that it was
real. The voice wasn't in his head. He whipped his head in the direction of the voice and caught sight of a small head of short blonde hair floating somewhere deep within the crowds.
He could recognize that hair and that voice anywhere.
"
EMMA!"
With the largest of his goofy lopsided grins, Braeden forced his way through the crowd (and being taller than most students certainly helped get them out of the way) toward the small blonde girl calling out his name. "Emma!" As he finally reached the girl, the lanky boy spread his arms around her and held her tight in a nearly bone-crushing hug.
His Emma! She was here! :'))))