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Maxie opened his mouth only to close it right up. He hadn't expected a part two to his question and hadn't mentally or physically readied himself for the Headmaster speaking to him so directly. Taken. Taken. Taken. He hadn't really thought about that, but now it was all he was thinking about. If he was captured by a dark creature realistically speaking he'd be dead.
The Professor, and the class, carried on. Maxie kept quiet.
Others had spoken the very thoughts he'd been having and been praised for it and- and and- Ugh. Last night had been terrible enough but this felt? Worst. Somehow. He couldn't explain, and he didn't want to and he wouldn't. The Hufflepuff crossed his arms under his chest (careful not to poke himself with his grandfather's wand) and puffed out his cheeks as the Professor talked on and on about Hinkypunks and all the dangers they posed. he was interested, he was, but he was also feeling weird and frustrated too and that kinda cut into his listening.
Boats again, water again. At least this time there wasn't rain. Maxie chewed his lip, peeking around at the other students as they clambered into their boats, and he decided that none of them looked very welcoming. Er. Yeah.. Um..
Fidgeting, the Hufflepuff's eyes fell on a boat with only one occupant- an older boy who looked... fairly... normal....
He weighed his options. He could a)get in the boat or b) fake sick and walk back alone through the dark classroom and- Yeah, no, he was getting into the boat.
"U-Uh... C-can i?" Was he even supposed to be asking? It seemed rude not to.
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