 Em. <3 Mod Babysitter | be curious, not judgmental
After popping by the broomshed to pick out a decent school broom for Emmaleigh to use, Max led her onto the practice pitch, carrying his own Oakshaft 2010 in hand. He paused every now and then to press his foot against the grass, looking for a particularly spongy area for them to begin - just in case. Though, he had no intention of letting her fall. Nope. There would be none of that today.
"Here is good," he said finally, turning his gaze to meet hers. He smiled encouragingly and cleared his throat. "What would you like to work on first? Or... where do we need to start?" Did she know how to mount a broom? Could she kick off the ground? Did... they have to start at the VERY beginning?
That would be okay, of course. Max was just happy to help. And happy she was willing to LET him help.
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