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feeheeheeny · 01-20-2013, 09:59 PM

So she was a bit late. It was Max's fault, really; she had told him what time the auction began and assured him that he didn't have to come, but her son insisted - then took his time arriving.

Regardless, Erin James was just happy that Max had been allowed to pop away from Arrows business to join her for the evening. And she was grateful that he had brought her a costume from home. Dressed as Eowyn from an old fictional novel called The Lord of the Rings by Max's suggestion, Erin was actually quite satisfied with his choice. She didn't feel too silly, nor did she dislike the chosen costume that went along with the character. It would suffice just fine.

Leading the way into the library, Erin smiled around at the abundance of adults and students alike before silently approaching the registration table, happily handing over her five galleons, and scribbled neatly onto a Hello my name is... sticker. Even though she was almost certain nearly everyone present knew who she was.

It was kind of... liberating to be at Hogwarts with Max, though. Her son. Her baby. The one who was following in her footsteps. The one who had originally boosted her confidence enough to apply for her current occupation in the first place. Whether it was entirely true or not, she felt as though she had him (and her dear friend Annie, of course) to thank for her current position.

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He hadn't initially planned on coming. The previous day, Max decided it wouldn't kill him to come back to Hogwarts. Probably. He felt foolish, though; he didn't want any of the students to think he was the kind of person who graduated from Hogwarts then visited at every opportunity because he couldn't let go.

Even though that was kind of true. He missed it. And it felt good to be home. Bizarre and almost a bit uncomfortable with various eyes turning to peer at him as he entered with his mother, but still good.

Donning a costume of the Little Prince, Max was pretty sure he just looked like a Quidditch player. The robes, the boots - everything screamed Quidditch and rightly so, as everything he was wearing was from an old Quidditch uniform. He just changed the colors. All in all, he supposed it was a lame costume and surely people would think he didn't put much time or effort into it - but he did love the Little Prince, so he felt that his choice was actually easily justified.

"Nice turn out," Maximus James mused to his surprisingly quiet mother as he followed her into the library, his eyes scanning the crowd for a glimpse of glowing red hair. He hadn't told Emmaleigh he might be coming - but he wasn't sure if she was going to be there either. He was nervous about it, being back at Hogwarts with her.

He was worried it would bring back painful feelings of nostalgia and longing - the kind that kept him up at night even after the most exhausting days of professional Quidditch practice.

Turning his back to the mass of people, Max followed his mother over to the registration table, eagerly donated his five galleons toward the restoration of ~~his~~the precious library, and spent a significant more amount of time on his name tag than his mother had. Nice and neat... take your time... give someone the opportunity to approach you so you don't have to go awkwardly seek friends out...

His level of social anxiety was skyrocketing.

01-20-2013, 09:59 PM	#151 (permalink)
feeheeheeny Dwarf Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: #8000FF Posts: 35,312 Hogwarts RPG Name: Amelia "Mia" Adair Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Leigh Upstead Hufflepuff Fifth Year x11	Mod Babysitter \| be curious, not judgmental So she was a bit late. It was Max's fault, really; she had told him what time the auction began and assured him that he didn't have to come, but her son insisted - then took his time arriving. Regardless, Erin James was just happy that Max had been allowed to pop away from Arrows business to join her for the evening. And she was grateful that he had brought her a costume from home. Dressed as Eowyn from an old fictional novel called The Lord of the Rings by Max's suggestion, Erin was actually quite satisfied with his choice. She didn't feel too silly, nor did she dislike the chosen costume that went along with the character. It would suffice just fine. Leading the way into the library, Erin smiled around at the abundance of adults and students alike before silently approaching the registration table, happily handing over her five galleons, and scribbled neatly onto a Hello my name is... sticker. Even though she was almost certain nearly everyone present knew who she was. It was kind of... liberating to be at Hogwarts with Max, though. Her son. Her baby. The one who was following in her footsteps. The one who had originally boosted her confidence enough to apply for her current occupation in the first place. Whether it was entirely true or not, she felt as though she had him (and her dear friend Annie, of course) to thank for her current position. ---------- He hadn't initially planned on coming. The previous day, Max decided it wouldn't kill him to come back to Hogwarts. Probably. He felt foolish, though; he didn't want any of the students to think he was the kind of person who graduated from Hogwarts then visited at every opportunity because he couldn't let go. Even though that was kind of true. He missed it. And it felt good to be home. Bizarre and almost a bit uncomfortable with various eyes turning to peer at him as he entered with his mother, but still good. Donning a costume of the Little Prince, Max was pretty sure he just looked like a Quidditch player. The robes, the boots - everything screamed Quidditch and rightly so, as everything he was wearing was from an old Quidditch uniform. He just changed the colors. All in all, he supposed it was a lame costume and surely people would think he didn't put much time or effort into it - but he did love the Little Prince, so he felt that his choice was actually easily justified. "Nice turn out," Maximus James mused to his surprisingly quiet mother as he followed her into the library, his eyes scanning the crowd for a glimpse of glowing red hair. He hadn't told Emmaleigh he might be coming - but he wasn't sure if she was going to be there either. He was nervous about it, being back at Hogwarts with her. He was worried it would bring back painful feelings of nostalgia and longing - the kind that kept him up at night even after the most exhausting days of professional Quidditch practice. Turning his back to the mass of people, Max followed his mother over to the registration table, eagerly donated his five galleons toward the restoration of ~~his~~the precious library, and spent a significant more amount of time on his name tag than his mother had. Nice and neat... take your time... give someone the opportunity to approach you so you don't have to go awkwardly seek friends out... His level of social anxiety was skyrocketing. __________________