 connoisseur of comfort ❅ Crayola's Wibby Mrs Alex Turner ❅ Netflix and meow
Serious?? A chair?? And another kid???
Skyler wasn't too much of a problem, and Max was grateful when she went and found a spot a little ways away to read.
As for Noble? He'd gone and pitched his chair right in prime rock throwing location. He could hardly tell the Potions Master to move though, could he? Firstly, because the dude had beat him to this spot fair and square and secondly, ummm Noble was kinda scary and he didn't have a death wish.
Before he could tell the older man that everything was cool or even come up with some alternative plan though, Derf and Chloe happened.
This really wasn't the day for rock skimming.
If it wasn't for the fact that he'd overheard something about a dittany and a burial --- presumably for whatever was in the box Derf was holding????? --- Max would've laughed out loud at Chloe's catastrophically epic fail. But..... were those tears on the Hufflepuff boy's face!?? Nope, nope, nope. Max looked away awkwardly. "Uhhhh........."
When Stasya joined the group, his decision was made. This was definitely his cue to leave.
"You don't need me here, do you? Didn't think so. Good luck y'know.... with..... with........." Stop talking, Max. "Alright then.... Laters!"
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