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Okay, but that wasn't his fault. He'd had no idea. His parents had packed his trunk! They'd put in his broom! Maxie wanted to burrow into the ground. He felt dumber than a doorknob and it wasn't even his fault and here he was being peered at like a big dumb dumb guy. He shrank back, holding his broom to his chest instinctively as Bel pointed out the broom cupboard.
Ronan seemed just as upset. Maybe it wasn't nice to feel good about it, but Maxie kinda did. Not in a hahaha way but in a okay, this is fair way.
"T-Take good care of h-him." Maxie reproachfully muttered, handing over his Shooting Star before rushing over to the cupboard. He peeked through the options - none of them looked great, some actually looked like they might've been there since Potter's time - but one black and green model stuck out to him. He grabbed it quick, not bothering to look at the name, and took off to rejoin the others.
He had to make up time - could he actually make up time with a broom this old? He didn't know but he guessed... he'd find out...
Stomach in knots, face red, fingers tight, and jaw set- Maxie kicked off the ground hard as he could - and into the air he went!
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