 connoisseur of comfort ❅ Crayola's Wibby Mrs Alex Turner ❅ Netflix and meow
Oh? One of the body invaders was actually sticking up for him??? And another admitted to being a fraudulent Max too??? Hopefully, that meant the others would follow suit and he could get outta here.
Or not. Apparently, the Headmaster wasn't done talking yet and Max took a seat on the couch with ..... himselves?
The whole remaining in the common room thing wasn't really an issue. He didn't like leaving unless he absolutely had to anyway. And did that mean he couldn't do any more patrols? Because honestly, that was an added bonus. And as for having to be escorted by a Prefect? No problemo. He could just escort himself. It seemed Trent hadn't really thought this through.
The LINES though???
Having to write down lines was the final straw, and Max crossed his arms across his chest in protest. "I don't like trees, Sir." Tree Boy? What even----? "And I don't think I should have to write these lines because I haven't done anything wrong. It's not my fault these weirdos stole my body."
Max B is the REAL Max Carden.
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