Max’s heart pounded in his chest hard enough he swore it could burst out. Nerves wore on his face with a pinched look, dark eyes wary and assessing as they darted from the kid crouching down to the jump back to the kid back to the jump back to the kid—
Aaah! Max swallowed his shout with an under-chewed and startled bite out of the sausage he still had in his mouth. The meat dropped down to the ground, rolling down the slope of the rooftop to the street below he’d rather not to splatter himself on. But he hardly noticed, eyes tracking his companion in crime’s impeccable landing. Awe shortly replaced fear, then delight replaced awe. For a second, Max’s face split into a shining look of unbridled glee – because not only had his newfound friend made the leap, but it looked kind of fun.
Unfortunately for them, however, the sausage had rolled off the roof to plop unceremoniously on a constable’s big head. The clatter of shoes on shingles gave them away too, and suddenly from down below, they heard the man bark up at them for attention. Max’s glee slipped away as soon as it came, and he turned to race back on the roof. Then he turned and crouched down, mimicking how he’d seen his companion launch. He swayed nervously from foot to foot, fists clenching and unclenching.
But the great big clatter his friend had made with their leap did not go unnoticed. Neither was the bit of sausage Max dropped, given it landed unceremoniously on a constable’s head. The man barked at them from down below, and their time was up. The boy sprinted. He lept, pushing as hard as he could off the balls of his feet. For a terrifying moment, Max felt like he was floating. Floating, however, he was not – the sudden loud crash and sharp sting on his knees and palms told him so. He winced, but was quick to pick himself up, ignoring the soot that coated his knees and hands and even ignoring the feeling of sheer triumph that made him grin big. Catching his friend’s eye, Max pointed wildly out to the horizon, not wanting to relay their plan out loud. Through Hogsmeade’s spider web of streets they could see a path to the bustling center of High Street, and that path looked clear. He took off running, leading the way but only by the smallest of margin as they charged forward shoulder to shoulder.
Aaah! Max swallowed his shout with an under-chewed and startled bite out of the sausage he still had in his mouth. The meat dropped down to the ground, rolling down the slope of the rooftop to the street below he’d rather not to splatter himself on. But he hardly noticed, eyes tracking his companion in crime’s impeccable landing. Awe shortly replaced fear, then delight replaced awe. For a second, Max’s face split into a shining look of unbridled glee – because not only had his newfound friend made the leap, but it looked kind of fun.
Unfortunately for them, however, the sausage had rolled off the roof to plop unceremoniously on a constable’s big head. The clatter of shoes on shingles gave them away too, and suddenly from down below, they heard the man bark up at them for attention. Max’s glee slipped away as soon as it came, and he turned to race back on the roof. Then he turned and crouched down, mimicking how he’d seen his companion launch. He swayed nervously from foot to foot, fists clenching and unclenching.
But the great big clatter his friend had made with their leap did not go unnoticed. Neither was the bit of sausage Max dropped, given it landed unceremoniously on a constable’s head. The man barked at them from down below, and their time was up. The boy sprinted. He lept, pushing as hard as he could off the balls of his feet. For a terrifying moment, Max felt like he was floating. Floating, however, he was not – the sudden loud crash and sharp sting on his knees and palms told him so. He winced, but was quick to pick himself up, ignoring the soot that coated his knees and hands and even ignoring the feeling of sheer triumph that made him grin big. Catching his friend’s eye, Max pointed wildly out to the horizon, not wanting to relay their plan out loud. Through Hogsmeade’s spider web of streets they could see a path to the bustling center of High Street, and that path looked clear. He took off running, leading the way but only by the smallest of margin as they charged forward shoulder to shoulder.
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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.