 be curious, not judgmental
When Max walked onto the pitch, the first thing he saw was Emmaleigh, and he sighed happily. She was so brave, wasn't she? He walked in her direction, and when he got to her, he planted a sweet kiss on her cheek. "I'm glad you came. Everything's gonna be okay, all right? You've practiced hard. You can do this."
Why didn't she have a broom yet? Everyone else did. Was... she waiting for him? "Let's get our brooms,," he said with an encouraging smile, took her hand, and led her over to the school brooms. When they got there, he stopped to read the sign first.
...
Well, if Em wasn't already nervous, she surely would be now. "He's joking, I think," Max assured, though he knew Vindictus was probably quite serious. At the thought, he looked around for the man and was surprised to see him... way up in the stands. Interesting. Picking out a slightly better broom for Emmaleigh and handing it to her, Max picked the broom that was in the next best condition. "We'll be okay."
...But what was under that purple tarp?
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