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Originally Posted by
SeerCassandraTrelawney 
Wait...
What was that... horrid smell?
It was like... something horrible crawled to the table, died, and then came back to life long enough to fart...
"Maximus?" She asked the Quidditch official, "is that smell... you?"
Now that snapped Max out of his dreamlike state and he began to twirl his wand between his fingers. "It's the smell of Quidditch," he grinned and winked. "Quite rugged and animalistic.Takes your breath away, doesn't it?"
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Originally Posted by
XanaSnape
"Good evening, Maximus." he said idly as he scanned the table for -- yes, there it was. His wand. Not that he would trust it for use until it had been examined-- it could have been tampered with. He casually picked up a napkin and used it to pick up his wand, wrapping it before he slipped it into his robes pocket. Constant vigilance: he had it.
He smirked with amusement at Max, watching him fawn over his wand. "Getting a little friendly with your wand, aren't you, Maximus?" he commented dryly, shaking his head. "Oh... That reminds me... how is your grandmother?"
"G'evening, Valon," Max replied and stopped twirling his wand before he could be reprimanded. "Grandmother? Oh, her. She's threatening to cut a new single about her 'Golden Boys'. Rex would
love it but her singing makes me go BLEH." And with that he made a gagging noise.