 Mod Babysitter | be curious, not judgmental
A flying lesson inside the broomshed? That was weird, but... certainly Vindictus had a reason, right? He hadn't completely fallen off his rocker. Regardless of what they were going to do and despite the cold, Max wanted to be there. Hopefully Emmaleigh would brave the cold, too, so he could help her further her developing flying skills.
Stepping into the broomshed, Max pulled his hat off his head and pocketed it, letting the interior warmth from the fire embrace him. "Hi, professor," the seventh year greeted through slightly chattering teeth as he moved toward the fire to continue to warm himself up from the long walk. He took a seat near his head of house, who seemed to have the same idea. The heat was perfect. "How are you doing today?"
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