As soon as Max heard the girl’s voice call out his blood ran cold. The boy looked around wildly, but there was barely even enough time to duck down behind the desk. No use when he was already spotted, his pockets and hands guiltily full of chocolates. At least Max had enough sense to drop a few of them back into the drawer as he sharply snapped it shut.

“It’s not what you think!” he shot back, already sounding defensive as his lips turned into a pronounced frown. He didn’t know who this girl was; she wasn’t a prefect or anything, but he knew based on Tao that kids in her house usually hated getting in trouble. And she would probably tattle, since she thinks he’s doing something wrong (no matter that he actually was). And then he’d get in trouble and lose Gryffindors points and give Callum a reason to make Mimi hate him! The boy’s face flushed pink at the thought. He had to think of something, fast.

“Er, Professor Lissington sent me here to get some candy,” he volunteered hastily. Then, he carefully extended his hand— it wasn’t the good candy he came for, just a random one in a language he didn’t recognize. “Want one?”

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