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Sunflower 
Max was SO tempted to use magic over the holidays. He had read up on the law against underage magic and learned that he would not be punished for performing spells in the vicinity of adult witches and wizards, because the Ministry would not be able to determine who really did it. Diagon Alley was perfect, since it was always full of adults that he could blame if he was caught. Anyway, the point was that he did not need magic at the moment due to his hat no longer blocking his vision.
Sense of relief at being recognised was quickly replaced by confusion. Ummm. Why was she so sure that his name was Matt? Why was she smirking and wiggling her eyebrows? (Eyebrow wiggles were absolutely the most difficult gesture to interpret.) Wait, was she making fun of him for some reason? The black-haired boy shook his head once. "It's Max. Your name ... starts with a V." Or was that it? V? So many questions in this paragraph.
"Are you here alone?" he asked.
Oh. Max.
"Close enough." She shruuuuuugged in an unbothered way and turned to look at the cars. They were letting people on, and V was EXCITED!
"It does, actually. Brilliant job!" and she snapped her fingers in a pleased way at him. The line began to move forward at a snail's pace, so V turned around, but she made sure to speak over her shoulder at him.
"I am! I was supposed to meet some friends, but I couldn't find them, so hereeeee I am! OOOH!" she quickly hopped into car when it was her turn, and she waved at Max.
"Wanna TEAM UP and try to bump other people?!" she called out as she got all buckled and READY.
She had picked a pink car on purpose. As far as she was concerned, Max had remembered her name was V (well, started with a V, but did he know she WENT by just V????) and soooOOooo she was going to be his friend. He was LUCKY.