So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
Maxxie was in turmoil. Halloween was in two days and his special costume was not up to standard. He hadn't checked the sizing of his tights or his crown, and furthermore he hadn't even opened the pink, glittery hairspray clunking around in his robes to see if it was compatible with the bronze colour of his thick bouncy hair.
He wandered up the corridor wondering where to test his spray out without causing too much hassle. A glint in the corner of his eye made him stop and turn on his heel, and he was suddenly facing a huge image of himself (along with other people, not that Maxxie tended to notice others when he could see himself so magnified.)
"Looking good!" He murmured to himself. Max grabbed the spray from his robe and removed the cap fluidly before spraying copious amounts on his head. He shook his head a little to ensure full coverage.
He noticed a fellow Slytherin standing next to him.
"OH, I'm sorry, do you want some? I can't see why you wouldn't. It is brilliant hairspray." Max sprayed some down towards the person and began to apply his second layer.
"Maxim Parks, fellow snakey dude. Who are you?" Max outstretched a very pink and glittery hand.
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