|
Headmaster's Office https://i.postimg.cc/nVdcSTSR/headmasters-office.jpg Well, it's an office. |
a large Ural owl by the name of Soprano came to the window and hooted. It had a decent-sized package and REALLY it needed a whole bunch of treats for the hard work he had done bringing it here! Even if his owner happened to make it extra light and expand the inside of it, it was still a pretty long way! Also scritches. Soprano wanted those too. He flapped against the window and generally made a ruckus, impatient about being let in. Inside the box there was a (scented) personal letter from Talia Trent, a paper crown crafted by Mavis Trent (because her daddy had gone away to rule a far off kingdom, and every king needed a special crown, with glitter and sparklies and everything), a picture of a race car drawn by Kale Trent, some chocolate chip and pecan cookies that were charmed to stay warm as if they had come fresh from the oven, a great big banana cake with passionfruit icing, and a few pictures of the three of them clearly taken during the baking process - there was batter in Mavis's hair and Kale was trying to be subtle about licking the spoon. Soprano, naturally, didn't care about what was in the box he was carrying, he just wanted inside! Treats and scritches please! And then maaaaybe he'd carry something on his way back home. He was a good owl that way. |
He absolutely hated everything about this. He hated that people, his friends surely, were polyjuiced into another person who had no idea there were so many copies of himself walking around. He hated that he had to leave class, one of his favorite, and the ensuing discussion. He hated that he had to go report this and get people in trouble. He hated that these people would then be upset with him for getting them in trouble. He hated...hated whoever it was that had invented Polyjuice Potion. He hated how it had been normalized recently. It was a dangerous potion...though not nearly as historically dangerous as a love potion. He just...hated a lot in this moment and just wanted to go to the barns and spend the rest of the afternoon with the creatures there. Maybe he should have just pulled a Jessa and gone through the rest of class with his eyes closed? By the time he thought of that, he was already at the stone gargoyles and he had heard himself make a request to see the headmaster about an urgent matter. Oh, to add to the parts about this he hated? He hated that he was probably going to get in trouble for leaving class to come here. Cue another term of no win scenarios. |
*decides they're on the same TL to make it easier* Barely into his Headmaster...ship and he was already discovering that there was always something he needed to be doing. He supposed doubling down as the Defense professor contributed to his general air of business and it wasn't at all a complaint, more an observation. The more occupied he was, the less he could miss his family. His current occupation, last minute touches for his next class. If he could move this activity to here......maybe change the reading here..... Hmm? No sooner than the quill had been dipped into the inkwell, the oddly familiar hooting of an owl caught his attention. Instinct alone had his head immediately turning in that direction. "Sopprano!" Was it normal to be this happy to see an owl? He'd never been particularly happier seeing the creature. Malachi rose from his seat and moved over to indeed greet the owl and give him scritches while he took the box. Oh! Treats! The man welcomed the bird onto his arm and took him into the office. He'd been about to rummage for the treats when he got word the Head Boy urgently needed to speak with him?......Now? Malachi looked to the clock on the wall. Charms now. Charms . Not an elective. Not optional. Curious to see where this was going, in light of all he'd thus far heard of the boy, Malachi instructed the gargoyles to allow him up. Now where were those owl treats? |
Derf hadn't even realized that he was holding his breath until the winding staircase leading up to the headmaster's office presented itself to him. Exhaling rather dramatically, he took a timid step forward and debated just calling the whole thing off. But then what would he say to the headmaster about why he was here? And what would Professor Noble do when he caught word, because rumors spread like WILD FIRE here at Hogwarts, about polyjuice being used and none of his student leaders doing anything about it? And, well, the 17-year-old was sure that his Head of House would come down particularly had on him. This badge...it was heavier than the others, you know? Having somewhat convinced himself by the time he reached the office door, Derf knocked on it before gently pushing it open and stepping in the door frame. "Um...good day, Headmaster Trent," he greeted nervously. "I...erm...I reckon you're wondering why I'm here and not in Charms class and...um...well...there is a bit of a situation, sir. I reckon it's polyjuice...though could be human transfigurations too...but, erm, bunch of students have changed into Maxton and, well, judging by the expression on his face...he had no idea it was happening..." |
Here were the treats! Malachi gave one to the owl, okay two. But no more. Didn't wanna bog the bird down on his long flight home. Now for the scritches. The man gave the appropriate amount before allowing him onto the owl stand for a rest. Once back at his seat, it was time to He'd believe it. Now what was this about polyjuice and an out of the loop Slytherin Prefect? "Tree Boy?" His brows furrowed. "A bunch of kids showed up to class looking like Tree Boy?" His first question was "why?" but this wasn't the time to ask such a question. No. Now was for doing something about it. He could work on getting the answers after. "Polyjuice isn't allowed at this school." Not in any casual manner anyhow. Homework, sure, as long as it was controlled and well contained. This was clearly not the case. With a heavy sigh, the man rose from his seat, reluctantly abandoning his box for now. "Let's go remind them, shall we?" Long legs carried him across the office and to the exit quickly. He trusted the boy was following. |
He hadn't even noticed the owl...or all the present unwrapping and such going on in the headmaster's office. And he STILL rarely registered it now. And under different circumstances, 'Tree Boy' may have made Derf laugh or at least chuckle dryly. But right now? Now the corners of his lips barely even twitched upwards. Though he did take a moment to briefly appreciate the owl. A VERY brief moment. Because not two seconds later the headmaster was saying things of 'we' and Derf's eyes were widening as flashbacks to the courtyard and what had happened there rattled around in his brain. Throat dry, Derf shoved his hands into his pockets and bit his tongue so he wouldn't say something foolish like 'how about you remind them' as opposed to this we business. But this was part of it, cause and effect. Action and reaction. He had made the choice to come here and this was his follow through. No winning, here we come. So, with another breath, the seventh year followed the headmaster out of his office back to the Charms classroom. |
So his great plan to change back into Józef hadn't happened, because he didn't know how to and he didn't have a polyjuice antidote and apparently the potion wasn't wearing off yet. His second plan of just slipping away had also failed, because apparently the headmaster was watching them all really closely, and Professor Dopple wasn't going to intervene. Had the old lady even noticed that there were a million Max's present yet? Józef wouldn't have put money on it. And therefore Józef!Max, a successful lesson of hiccups and leapfroging of charms behind him, found himself shuffling into Headmaster Trent's office, wondering if he could escape by claiming to be the real Max Carden. |
At first the whole Clone!Max thing had been weird. And then it had been kind of cool, because HELLO, who wouldn't want clones? Clones were useful for all kinds of stuff. But then Trent had mentioned the use of Polyjuice and pretty quickly, things had gotten weird again because who even WERE these imposters in his body???? And now? Now he was feeling pretty miffed because he was being dragged to the Headmaster's office with all the other Max's like HE was the guilty ones here. He'd done nothing wrong! He was INNOCENT. |
For the record, they were about to get away with it. Only Derf had to go open his big mouth about something that didn't concern him in the first place. So what if they were breaking a minor rule? No one was getting first! Zoryn wasn't exactly sure which Max was the real!Max, but even he looked like he was having a good time by the end of it all (maybe). See, all was well. No need to take away points or throw out detentions. Not that any of that mattered anyway. Zoryn had served a couple of hundred detentions and had lost a grand total of a thousand points (probably) throughout her previous six terms here. What would a few more do? Nothing. She was invincible. Duh. As for the fact that there were one too many Maxes here meant that the real!Max was also being pulled along. And while Zoryn didn't care, she would help him out (maybe). Depending on whether she actually had a chance of passing off as the real!Max, herself. If she could pull that one off, then real!Max would just have to deal. Otherwise, yeah yea yeah, she'd defend him or whatever. |
Outside the office Also for the record, Bel Macindoe was here, not looking like a Max, but hovering around in some distress outside. For real, she NEEDED to KNOW. There were so many reasons that she needed to know. Her boyfriend was one of those people in there, the one they all looked like, and what if she had kissed someone who wasn't Max not long before the lesson??? WHAT IF??? Did they all smell like him too? Would she be able to tell with a sniff? And more importantly than her own churning about the circumstances, how was Max (the actual Max, whichever he was) feeling about all this?? Would he be mad that she couldn't tell from looking? She wasn't trying to eavesdrop.... much, except.... Ok yes, she was. She was definitely trying to hear what was going on. This was important. |
Waiting for the last of them to pour in, Malachi once again found himself wondering why none of them thought one Tree Boy was enough. One was bordering too much but that was a conversation for another day. The man closed the door, leaving the gargoyles and the staircase just behind it so anyone who showed up below would know he was in a meeting and unavailable. If nothing else, the absent stairs that would usually take them to the door would’ve been clue enough. Oh? Where was his owl? He’d left him over there on the stand. It hadn’t yet rested, he didn’t expect it would take off for hours—what happened to his box? He’d left it RIGHT THERE. Deciding against a full on freak out, the man began moving about the room. Surely he’d misplaced it when the Headboy came to get him. While he looked, he spared the group only a glance. “Impressive the potion’s lasted this long, but unfortunate in your case—and mine I supposed. Means I’m stuck with the lot of you a little longer.” Was it maybe under his desk? Today wasn’t windy but perhaps a freak wind had blown in and knocked it over. Nope. Not there. Huh. “Let’s start with who’s idea this was.” Under the couch maybe....no Malachi, that made no sense. It couldn’t fit under there. Merlin where was it? |
Zoryn Spinnet (who at the moment looked like Maxton Carden), froze. Their Headmaster got to the point real quick. Which, by the way, was quite unfortunate as Zoryn was really hoping they’d beat around the flutterby bush for a little bit. It’s not that she enjoyed small talk, but she really didn’t want him to ruin her moment with detention or something. Not this quickly, at least. Couldn’t she revel a little bit longer? But that wasn’t the main concern here. The main concern was that either Faith!Max was going to cover for her or one of the other, weaker Maxes would rat her out. No offense, but she didn’t trust most of them. And look, Zor had every intention to tell the truth (well, maybe not), but before she could give the question any real thought, “Theo Montmorency,” is the name that came out of her mouth. What? It was the least he could do. He transferred schools and left her behind, so she used him as the scapegoat for her evil scheme. They were even now. Besides, maybe this would stall the situation in the meantime and real Max, Zoryn!Max, and all other Maxes could leave. No harm, no foul. We promise to forget about it, if you do, Sir! But did the seventh year think this would actually work? No, that was the problem. There was actually no thinking being done at all. This was purely adrenaline. Purely instinct. Purely let’s-get-out-asap mentality. This was survivor mode. |
Meanwhile, THIS Maxton Carden hadn’t heard a word Trent had said. Nor did he hear what that other Max had just said either. Nope, this Max shoved his hands deep in his pockets, frowned down at his shoelaces and kept his gob firmly shut. And to think, he’d actually thought this might be the term where things were NORMAL for once…. they’d barely started and this was the WEIRDEST thing to happen by far. Ever. In all the history of weird things to ever happen this broke the weird record. And speaking of weird. Right now his mind was going a million miles an hour thinking of all the WEIRD things that could’ve been happening with his body without his knowledge. Like………. did these body snatchers now know that he was yet to sprout a single measly hair on his chest!? ;____; |
Montmorency? Why did that name sound familiar? Straightening from the crouched position he'd taken to search beneath his desk, the man moved over to the filing cabinet and skimmed through the student records. Montmorency...Montmorency....Mont--ah Theodore Montmorency, here it was, transferred. Huh. He looked back to the one who'd spoken, deciding to keep that to himself for now. "Interesting choice for a leader." He lowered the file then drew his wand. With a light flick, each received a letter atop their forehead, just to make it a little easier for him to keep up with who was who and who said what and who was digging themselves into a deeper hole than necessary. The talker was A, that silent Carden over there was B....you caught the gist. "So no one decided to be a free thinker. You all thought to blindly and blatantly break rules without a plan for escape or a guarantee of being able to pull it off long enough to enjoy it? What honestly was your plan? Let's pretend for a second that more of your student leaders understood the obligation to report. That's several pairs of eyes, all witnesses, all potential snitches and you did it out in the open like that because...--oh because you wanted to get caught. Right. I understand. You wanted to be punished. Far be it from me to deny you the opportunity." Resigned to finding his box once this was sorted, the man took his seat by his desk. "Now let's see....polyjuice takes.....a month? A month yes, a month to stew so....that's a month of detention for each of you. In that time, consider all privileges, including quidditch, revoked." |
still outside, not inside, can't hear things The headmaster's office wasn't really designed to make it easy to overhear anything, and Bel shot a slightly anxious, slightly impatient look at one of the gargoyles as she heard..... nothing. Just full silence. Aaaaaahhhghghghhh but she had to KNOW. She had to. This was more stressful, this whole situation, than the entirety of a Quidditch season! "Psssst." She half-whispered at the gargoyles. "Um. Excuse me. Can you... I mean its important, can you hear whats going on in there?" Was she basically just talking to hunks of stone that were gonna ignore her existence right now? Would she get in trouble for being here? Was Max okay? This was like all his worst nightmares come to life, polyjuice copies were basically like clones and a--WAIT a MINUTE. THEY ACTUALLY HAD A PLAN FOR THIS ENTIRE SITUATION! A CODE word, and only the real Max would know it for making sure he wasn't a clone of himself! Bel perked up a little, moving from foot to foot, anxious as anything to see any Max appear so that she could eliminate them as not being her boyfriend. He wouldn't have forgotten it, right?? |
Faith!Max was fine. Totally fine. Of course she wasn't going to cry, despite the fact that he was taking away her quidditch privileges and that was supposed to be one of her after-Hogwarts plans. No, she wasn't going to cry. Not at all. The fact that her eyes were watering was just because she couldn't blink. Which reminded her that blinking was probably a good idea. Before she ended up crying, y'know. Which she was prone to. Because this was supposed to be fun and a joke and nobody had gotten hurt and they were being punished for trying to help the student body associate Polyjuice with something other than their professors betraying them and their confidence and basically this was really the opposite of how this plan was supposed to go. The month of detention was fine, she was used to detention anyway, being best friends with Zoryn. Heck, she and Théo and Zoryn were the #DetentionTrio. #DetentionDuo now, she supposed. At least it rhymed. Wait, rhyming wasn't the first letter, it was the last sound. Uh. Y'know, whatever the equivalent of rhyming for the first letter was, that was what #DetentionDuo was now. Even though #Zorth was already a thing. Anyway, back to business. She wasn't going to say anything that'd get them in more trouble so. She'd just clamp her lips shut and duck her head and look appropriately guilty and hopefully they could all just go. |
Max still wasn't really paying much attention to what Trent was saying because HELLO, he had more important things to worry about right now. Like uhhh... WHO WAS IN HIS BODY? He did hear the part about Quidditch privileges being revoked though, and he couldn't help the snort of amusement that escaped. Jokes on you Headmaster, he didn't even PLAY Quidditch. ........... until it dawned that the joke was actually on HIM. Because he was the mug who had just gotten a whole month's worth of detention for not even doing anything wrong. JDHASKLDJHASD. He glared at the other Maxes. Whoever was hiding in there behind his face? Owed him BIG TIME. |
Thoughts swam around in Tessa!Max's mind. Things she could say, if she was in this alone. She could drop Zoryn in it and admit that she had been recruited at the last minute and hadn't known about it for long. But she wouldn't do that. It didn't make her any less guilty and she wasn't that kind of person. She tried not to look confused when Zoryn!Max - she assumed it was Zoryn, at least - said that it was Theo Montmorency's idea. For all Tessa knew, it could have been. Wow. She really hadn't this through, she had? It was almost laughable. Had she assumed that they would get away with it for at least one class? Yes. She had. The plan to get away or go to the bathroom disappeared when Derf went to the Headmaster. She wasn't really sure why she had agreed to this in the first place. Looking back, it was a very spur of the moment decision that she decided not to go back on. The fact that it was against the rules hadn't even crossed her mind. It was supposed to be a bit of fun. And it was, in some ways, but she hadn't thought about the implications of....having someone else's body. It was wrong and that was blatantly clear now. Why she hadn't realised that soon, she didn't know. She stayed silent. No Quidditch and a month of detentions? That was more than fair. Tessa shrunk into herself. What were her parents going to say when they heard about this? What about her siblings? And her boyfriend??? The sixth year looked around at the other Maxes. One of them was the real one and she needed to apologise to him. Like, a thousand times. Now. Not now. Maybe. She wasn't really sure she could physically speak right now. This was the first time she had gotten in serious trouble and, as much as she wished she could own it, she couldn't, she had a pit of guilt in her stomach. But no. She had to speak. Max - the real Max - had been given detention, too, and that definitely wasn't right. She definitely she have prepared herself for the moment she got in trouble. Or, you know, not done it. But it was too late for that now. "One of them is the, uh, real Max. He shouldn't get detention," she said after wrapping her arms around herself. Which one was he, anyway? And why hadn't he spoken up yet? Saying this wouldn't get them in more trouble, right? How could it? |
They had letters on their heads. Cool. The Headmaster was very practical if nothing else. She could appreciate that. Somewhat. It wasn’t him she was mad at anyway, it was Derf. So really, she didn’t have much against this guy. He was just doing his job. And…….. To be honest??? Zoryn was pleasantly surprised by their punishment. A month of detention? Eh. She’s had worse. Zor had warned them (all the not Max!Max Maxes) all about the potential consequences and she, for one, knew what they were getting— NO QUIDDITCH???????????????????????? WAIT A MINUTE !!!!!!!111!!!!111!!!!! UM. DID HE NOT REALIZE THAT THEY WERE HALF OF THE CANDIDATES FOR THE GRYFFINDOR TEAM???????? (Well, of course not). (He didn't know who they were). Without the four of them, Gryffindor wouldn’t stand a chance!!! The other students would hold a protest, right? Surely the WHOLE SCHOOL would revolt? Gryffindor definitely would. And... Would the rest of the houses really want to be HANDED the win? But while Zoryn was rash, she knew that fighting this would make it worse. And maybe she was just being hopeful, but it DEFINITELY sounded like the Quidditch thing wasn’t permanent. PlUS, she was already in contact with scouts (thanks to U17) and there were ways to bend around the rules without getting caught so EH. It still could’ve been worse. Welp. That was before a Max that wasn’t Max!Max decided to stand up for Max!Max, which meant that Zoryn couldn’t stay quiet for much longer. Because eventually this potion would have to wear off and if one not!Max was being a good person it would make the rest of them look bad. And since the Headmaster would eventually SEE who the real Max was, if they stayed here for long enough… There wasn’t much of a point in hiding it anymore. Thanks, sell-out!Max. MAX D!!!! Okay, Trent was right. This whole alphabet convention really is useful. “I'm not Max,” she raised her hand, taking a step away from the other Maxes to help differentiate. Ugh. If Max D hadn’t gone and cleared actual Max’s name -_____- Was Max D Jozef? She was pretty sure it was Jozef. Knew he’d be the weakest link. Never should’ve invited a second year along. Could they go now? |
Tree Boy B and Tree Boy C weren't up for much talking, it seemed neither was Tree Boy E or Tree Boy F. He was on his way to assuming there was some sort of reigning silence pact that allowed only Tree Boy A to talk but then D spoke up. One of them was the real Maxton. Well he sorta figured that part out already, thanks. It did help, however, because at least now he knew A and D were not the original. Could he assume the one glaring daggers at the others was? He'd hold on to his assumptions for now. "Thank you for the honesty." Wouldn't get them anywhere at this point but at least it made this a little less up in the air. "Now let me elaborate a little for your benefit--sit, sit, everyone, get comfortable this will take as long as it needs to." As in no one was leaving until the potions wore off long. "That's a month of losing outside privileges. You'll remain in your common rooms save for meals and classes then you will be escorted back by a prefect and watched. If not by them then by your head of house." See how inconvenient this thing had become for not only them? How far reaching consequences could be? "No club activities. No going down to the kitchens. Bathroom breaks will be supervised." To the extent the school board would allow. Couldn't get too creepy while making a point. The Headmaster opened the drawer by his desk, expecting by now they'd have all taken a seat on the couch. There was enough room. He pulled out pieces of parchment and duplicated his quill. "Lines. Lines until you change back. "I will not body snatch, it's illegal, invasive and prohibited at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy--don't shorten Hogwarts, write the whole thing out each time"." The words appeared at the top of each parchment for them to copy down and a long table appeared before the couch for them to place the parchment onto. One for each. "Get started, no talking. Carden--the real Carden--you can stop writing once the last of them changes." Under the assumption they all took the same potion, it would only take seconds between each. "Unless you'd all like to give me your real names, clear Tree Boy--Carden." Carden. Right. "And get started on the rest of your punishment in peace. Don't clear him, leave me to find out when I do and thus make all these lines with you and you get worse." |
Oh? One of the body invaders was actually sticking up for him??? And another admitted to being a fraudulent Max too??? Hopefully, that meant the others would follow suit and he could get outta here. Or not. Apparently, the Headmaster wasn't done talking yet and Max took a seat on the couch with ..... himselves? The whole remaining in the common room thing wasn't really an issue. He didn't like leaving unless he absolutely had to anyway. And did that mean he couldn't do any more patrols? Because honestly, that was an added bonus. And as for having to be escorted by a Prefect? No problemo. He could just escort himself. It seemed Trent hadn't really thought this through. The LINES though??? Having to write down lines was the final straw, and Max crossed his arms across his chest in protest. "I don't like trees, Sir." Tree Boy? What even----? "And I don't think I should have to write these lines because I haven't done anything wrong. It's not my fault these weirdos stole my body." Max B is the REAL Max Carden. |
…… THEY WERE UNDER HOUSE-ARREST??? Okay, to be fair, Zoryn had NOT seen this one coming. What was the big deal??? This was all just for fun!!! It’s not like they actually hurt anyone. And they took the potion right before class, so they didn’t even do anything ~weird~ in Max’s body. And it made everyone LAUGH. So really, they were doing the bloody school a favor by lifting up everyone’s spirits!! They should have been CELEBRATED. Of course, Zoryn was opposed to everything their Headmaster was saying. And she suddenly had a vendetta for that guy. BUT she wasn’t about to walk them into anymore trouble and her best friend in the whole world was also in Gryffindor and stuck under house arrest… Plus, the Headmaster hadn’t said anything about others coming to them. And Zachary should be familiar with the way up to the Common Room by now anyways… So really, this was fine. Absolutely fine. She was FINE. Was this getting to her? OF COURSE NOT. ”Zoryn Spinnet,” she wasn’t going to write lines. And he’d find out eventually, there was no way this potion was lasting for much longer. And look, Max B was real Max. Soz. Could they leave now? |
Józef!Max had almost snorted when one of the other Max’s said that it was Theo Montmorency’s idea – he knew who that was, and that they weren’t involved, even if he’d never actually spoken to the older boy before. He also knew that the headmaster would find out soon that Theo wasn’t at Hogwarts anymore, but maybe it would give them enough time to escape, change back and pretend they hadn’t been involved at all? That idea, however, seemed as likely as him fully concealing how amusing he found this situation: there was definitely a laugh being fought back, but visible in his eyes. He was aware of the headmaster branding his forehead with a letter, and rubbed at the spot for a moment, before looking at his hand. Was he expecting it to be ink, or something? Or did he just feel weird about having a letter on his head that he couldn’t see? As for wanting to be punished… Well, that hadn’t exactly been the reason Jó had gone along with it all. He’d just wanted to be seen as cool because he WAS, and it had seemed like a bit of harmless fun and now he was getting a months detention and wasn’t allowed to play Quidditch?! WAIT, WHAT?! All amusement was gone from his face, which had paled significantly as he looked around at the other Max’s. Did this mean that they weren’t even allowed on the teams?! But what if this meant Gryffindor didn’t even HAVE a team?! It didn’t bare thinking about, and yet he was thinking way too hard about it when SOMEONE decided to admit that real Max wasn’t involved. Of course, he wasn’t sure who it was who’d decided to admit it, and even if he had been it wasn’t like he could express how annoyed he was. The fact that he’d now started having to look up at the other Max’s was indication that the potion was probably starting to wear off – unless, somehow, he was just SHRINKING WITH THE DESPAIR OF LOSING QUIDDITCH AND OTHER OUTSIDE PRIVILEGES. Which was, of course, a completely reasonable assumption. …………Until it hit him. There was a way out of this predicament. When Zoryn said her name, Józef straightened up, swallowed and then, in his most bashful manner, decided to offer up his own identity. “Maxmillian Anderson-Belfort.” This had to work, right?! There was no way the headmaster would be able to notice the difference between them. Quidditch was back on the cards. |
Faith listened with growing despair as he described how the wouldn't be allowed outside -- and it was enough to make her turn slightly green at the idea. Merlin and Morgana, she'd go crazy without the fresh air. At least there was still CoMC and she'd get to go down to the barns for that. And it was only for a month. It wasn't going to be like last year, no. No more of that. But when he said they could volunteer their identities, and Zoryn spoke up, Faith turned and stared. If Zoryn wasn't deskmate!Max, did that mean she'd been sitting next to Max!Max all along? Oh boy. She'd just thought that Zoryn'd improved her acting skills by a lot. Oh boooooooy. This was worse than cold potatoes. "Faith Chosen." She hated lines with a passion -- and if she did decide to write them, they'd be so crappily written there would be basically point. No lines for her, thank you. |
| All times are GMT. The time now is 05:03 PM. |
Powered by vBulletin® Version 3.8.4
Copyright ©2000 - 2026, Jelsoft Enterprises Ltd.
LinkBacks Enabled by vBSEO 3.3.2 © 2009, Crawlability, Inc.
Site designed by Richard Harris Design