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demented_death_eater 
The cookie Max was eating fell out of his mouth and he stared at Mac for a few seconds before he could regain the power of speech. "Are they sure?" he finally stammered and sighed since there was nothing he could do about it. "Guess I'll have to adjust the game schedules and file a request with the Ministry for a substitute official, if needed."
Macadrian's lips turned into a small frown as she whispered barely audibly,
"Max, this is your child we're talking about. Please try to sound a bit more excited than that. Quidditch isn't going anywhere." Macadrian turned her blue-green eyes upon Max and surveyed him. He sure seemed more nervous about this child than his previous one. But then again, the circumstances this time are much different than before.