 Sarah thinks I'm cute | Shan's safe space.
Józef!Max had almost snorted when one of the other Max’s said that it was Theo Montmorency’s idea – he knew who that was, and that they weren’t involved, even if he’d never actually spoken to the older boy before. He also knew that the headmaster would find out soon that Theo wasn’t at Hogwarts anymore, but maybe it would give them enough time to escape, change back and pretend they hadn’t been involved at all?
That idea, however, seemed as likely as him fully concealing how amusing he found this situation: there was definitely a laugh being fought back, but visible in his eyes. He was aware of the headmaster branding his forehead with a letter, and rubbed at the spot for a moment, before looking at his hand. Was he expecting it to be ink, or something? Or did he just feel weird about having a letter on his head that he couldn’t see?
As for wanting to be punished… Well, that hadn’t exactly been the reason Jó had gone along with it all. He’d just wanted to be seen as cool because he WAS, and it had seemed like a bit of harmless fun and now he was getting a months detention and wasn’t allowed to play Quidditch?!
WAIT, WHAT?!
All amusement was gone from his face, which had paled significantly as he looked around at the other Max’s. Did this mean that they weren’t even allowed on the teams?! But what if this meant Gryffindor didn’t even HAVE a team?!
It didn’t bare thinking about, and yet he was thinking way too hard about it when SOMEONE decided to admit that real Max wasn’t involved. Of course, he wasn’t sure who it was who’d decided to admit it, and even if he had been it wasn’t like he could express how annoyed he was.
The fact that he’d now started having to look up at the other Max’s was indication that the potion was probably starting to wear off – unless, somehow, he was just SHRINKING WITH THE DESPAIR OF LOSING QUIDDITCH AND OTHER OUTSIDE PRIVILEGES. Which was, of course, a completely reasonable assumption.
…………Until it hit him. There was a way out of this predicament. When Zoryn said her name, Józef straightened up, swallowed and then, in his most bashful manner, decided to offer up his own identity.
“Maxmillian Anderson-Belfort.”
This had to work, right?! There was no way the headmaster would be able to notice the difference between them.
Quidditch was back on the cards.
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⇀ Standing now, calling all the people here to see the show_____________________________
Calling for my demons now to let me go ↽
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