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nicole black · 12-18-2018, 06:57 AM

Damien had spotted Zander Adair almost immediately. It was hard not to, his former roommate and current very best friend seemed to attract attention even when his was (as he currently appeared to be) minding his own business. the Gryffindor allowed himself a small, secret smile as the blonde husband of Sophie Brown jumped to Maxie’s side with an exclamation so loud Damien was certain it could be heard across the alley. Amused, and a tinge curious, the elder Anderson-Belfort kept his place in line and an eye out for two of the boys who made his mad little world a hell of a lot warmer.

‘Sides, he was real close to getting his food and there was no way he was gonna abandon it.

Maxie, for his part, had been quietly counting to three hundred (he was at 124) when a shape taller and broader than himself blocked out the sun’s rays and shouted out -- his name? The boy jumped practically two feet, his dazed eyes working double time to catch up with his other senses. “Z-Z-z… “ He began, but did not finish. Maxie had never gotten the hang of what to call Zander Adair despite the fact that the man was treated like family by almost everyone back home. “H-H-Hi. Hello.” the eleven-year-old made a conscious decision to unclench his fists but they didn’t exactly listen.

He’d try that again in a second or two, maybe. Zander was familiar, and familiar was good. Familiar was comfort and one could never be too comfortable and now- maybe Damien would be less sad and miserable about having to come along, Maybe Zander was just what Maxie had been wishing for. Almost immediately his shoulders, previously tighter than the spin of a sneak-o-scope, slumped and his concerned features lit up with true and honest warmth. “No. Damien’s brought me. W-we’re getting f-food.” Well, it wasn’t all they were getting today, surely, but food was the more important bit.

“Um, actually… I-i was… I’m supposed to get the butterbeer.” Maxie fished in his pocket and pulled out the galleon Damien had thrown him earlier, he held it up high so the light made it shine. Proof. He wanted to pay, that’s what the galleon was for, and the part of the plan Damien had entrusted him with and it felt.. A bit.. Wrong to go back with Zander having paid and not him. Balloons, no, no. Maxie shook his head, his eyes glancing for exactly two seconds at Mr. Balloons in abject terror before hurrying back to Zander’s reassuring face. It was a very firm no.

…… HEY KID.

Maxie heard him.
Maxie saw him.
Maxie absolutely and completely turned away and ignore him. It was that boy again. The one who’d tried to drag him off last summer muttering gibberish. The youngest Anderson-Belfort had believed Zander an omen for good - did that make this mental kid the opposite? Resolute, Maxie grabbed Zander’s hand and dragged the grown man as far from the kid as he could. No. No. No thank you. No.

12-18-2018, 06:57 AM	#16 (permalink)
nicole black DoM & DERP Mooncalf Join Date: Mar 2004 Location: 'clever joke here' Posts: 7,174 Hogwarts RPG Name: ruari fuller-thompson #FFA3D2 Ravenclaw Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Desdemona M. Evans #6082B6 Ravenclaw First Year Ministry RPG Name: Q. Alvey Ministry RPG Name: Aslan Rose Evans Mysteries x8	Zander and Jo you wanna fite? \| 💚 nickleback 💚 \| Uh, anyway. Damien had spotted Zander Adair almost immediately. It was hard not to, his former roommate and current very best friend seemed to attract attention even when his was (as he currently appeared to be) minding his own business. the Gryffindor allowed himself a small, secret smile as the blonde husband of Sophie Brown jumped to Maxie’s side with an exclamation so loud Damien was certain it could be heard across the alley. Amused, and a tinge curious, the elder Anderson-Belfort kept his place in line and an eye out for two of the boys who made his mad little world a hell of a lot warmer. ‘Sides, he was real close to getting his food and there was no way he was gonna abandon it. Maxie, for his part, had been quietly counting to three hundred (he was at 124) when a shape taller and broader than himself blocked out the sun’s rays and shouted out -- his name? The boy jumped practically two feet, his dazed eyes working double time to catch up with his other senses. “Z-Z-z… “ He began, but did not finish. Maxie had never gotten the hang of what to call Zander Adair despite the fact that the man was treated like family by almost everyone back home. “H-H-Hi. Hello.” the eleven-year-old made a conscious decision to unclench his fists but they didn’t exactly listen. He’d try that again in a second or two, maybe. Zander was familiar, and familiar was good. Familiar was comfort and one could never be too comfortable and now- maybe Damien would be less sad and miserable about having to come along, Maybe Zander was just what Maxie had been wishing for. Almost immediately his shoulders, previously tighter than the spin of a sneak-o-scope, slumped and his concerned features lit up with true and honest warmth. “No. Damien’s brought me. W-we’re getting f-food.” Well, it wasn’t all they were getting today, surely, but food was the more important bit. “Um, actually… I-i was… I’m supposed to get the butterbeer.” Maxie fished in his pocket and pulled out the galleon Damien had thrown him earlier, he held it up high so the light made it shine. Proof. He wanted to pay, that’s what the galleon was for, and the part of the plan Damien had entrusted him with and it felt.. A bit.. Wrong to go back with Zander having paid and not him. Balloons, no, no. Maxie shook his head, his eyes glancing for exactly two seconds at Mr. Balloons in abject terror before hurrying back to Zander’s reassuring face. It was a very firm no. …… *HEY KID.* Maxie heard him. Maxie saw him. Maxie absolutely and completely turned away and ignore him. It was that boy again. The one who’d tried to drag him off last summer muttering gibberish. The youngest Anderson-Belfort had believed Zander an omen for good - did that make this mental kid the opposite? Resolute, Maxie grabbed Zander’s hand and dragged the grown man as far from the kid as he could. No. No. No thank you. No. __________________ the moon: feminine, intuitive, inner strength, innocence