Max could hear the boy clattering behind him as he raced down the stairs, heart pumping hard enough he thought it might break through his chest. Hadn’t run around like this since he first ran away from the orphanage, and he wasn’t about to get caught now! Though he was a bit out of practice. Max huffed, the blueberry pie not exactly settling well in his stomach as everything got jostled around. If he squinted, he could see their opening up ahead. Well. Thought he saw. All of the sudden, the furious pump of his legs started to slow, as Max squinted some more, and — oh no!
A bloody dead end! It nearly brought him to a grinding halt. What were they to do now, how could they get out–?!
His newfound companion practically sent Max flying down the steps as he got cuffed. Only a cold hand that yanked hard at his collar managed to straighten him out and tug him along. The Gryffindor did his very best to match his pace, darting through a tight corner alley shooting off the stairway, startled by the sound of squeaky fancy shoes signaling the cosntable’s furious approach. They couldn't see the constable which meant he couldn’t see them, but this boy still stopped too soon for Max’s tastes. Not that he was in any position to complain… As soon as they stopped Max doubled over, catching his breath. Still panting, hands on his knees, his gaze followed his accomplice’s finger that pointed up. Dark eyes widened notably as he realized what they were saying…Oh.
The sound of the constable hot on their trail left no room for question, even as Max gawked at the sure footing the strange boy found to go up. He tried to mirror his movements best he could, finding any loose mortar or pipe to grasp or step on to help him clamber up. More than once he lost his footing, but even though his shoulders ached Max managed to haul himself up over the side.
There was where he lay. A stagger and a fall to the knees, he managed to grasp his companion’s ankles as he dropped forward and heaved for air. They had to be safe up here, right? At least for a minute?
A bloody dead end! It nearly brought him to a grinding halt. What were they to do now, how could they get out–?!
His newfound companion practically sent Max flying down the steps as he got cuffed. Only a cold hand that yanked hard at his collar managed to straighten him out and tug him along. The Gryffindor did his very best to match his pace, darting through a tight corner alley shooting off the stairway, startled by the sound of squeaky fancy shoes signaling the cosntable’s furious approach. They couldn't see the constable which meant he couldn’t see them, but this boy still stopped too soon for Max’s tastes. Not that he was in any position to complain… As soon as they stopped Max doubled over, catching his breath. Still panting, hands on his knees, his gaze followed his accomplice’s finger that pointed up. Dark eyes widened notably as he realized what they were saying…Oh.
The sound of the constable hot on their trail left no room for question, even as Max gawked at the sure footing the strange boy found to go up. He tried to mirror his movements best he could, finding any loose mortar or pipe to grasp or step on to help him clamber up. More than once he lost his footing, but even though his shoulders ached Max managed to haul himself up over the side.
There was where he lay. A stagger and a fall to the knees, he managed to grasp his companion’s ankles as he dropped forward and heaved for air. They had to be safe up here, right? At least for a minute?
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magical set by mj <3
~ Max was raised in Italy and talks with a bit of an Italian accent / misses some English vocab/slang.