Originally Posted by HJPotter

Maxwell caught her looking at the compass. "It's not exactly a normal compass...it does have a north pointer though.." He said showing her the odd compass. There was one black hand pointing north, a blue pointing to her, an orange one spinning in circles and a red pointing toward the castle. "My father made it, it's charmed, the black one points north at all times, the blue one finds friends, the orange one points to trouble and red to people who don't like me or pose a threat."

Maxwell felt her hand on his and he knew that she was being kind, in her own way and it touched his heart. He smiled at her sweetly. "Thank you....and yeah i've always been told i look like Dad...act like him too."

"You would have liked her, she was very much like you...Smart, blunt, critical...but deep down he was sweet, like you." He said knowing there was much more to her than on the surface.

"It's not just about poor people...there's a lot that goes into it. It's a good book." He said with a shrug. "No magic in it though."