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Bazinga 
Minerva was leaning looking at the vine around her leg and trying to pull it off her leg with no success, when all the sudden she was in the air. At first she thought the plant did something, but then she realized it was Max. "Maxwell, put me down." she slapped his shoulder then realized that the drastic move he pulled trying to be nice, motcho, dumb, which ever could have freaked the plant out. Looking back at the vine she felt herself hold her breath hoping it wasn't going to get mad and grip harder or start pulling her.
She shook her head barely listening to him at this point in time, with his lets give more time for Oakey to get Professor Bentley comment. "Please hurry" she whispered towards the way Oakey had went, hoping he wouldn't be long.
Maxwell just got angry at this. Didn't her foot feel better? and now he could be sure to hold onto her. "Fine!" He said in an annoyed and clearly hurt way. Nothing he was doing was helping and as usual she was so critical and cared too much what anyone thought, he was just trying to get her off her foot....it was the first thing he came up with. He wasn't like Oakey and couldn't just think of a spell...he wasn't like her either...is that why she seemed so tired of him?
After putting her down, very abruptly and letting out a sigh, he just kinda stood there. Annoyed, angry, hurt, confused. Staring at the plant, waiting for help. Maybe he should have just went and let Oakey deal with her, at least she would have been nice to him while he was being a coward...so maybe he was just a little jealous...he had nothing against Oakey, other than the fact that Minerva liked him.