Fairywings
Perry/Perrin
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OOC: Okay. Hey anyway.
ooc: Okay. Hey anyway.
ooc: Rp?
OOC: Okay. Tired of writing high school horror stories. Gonna control your character a little til you get back BK, hope you don't mind. Oh, and think of the house as like the tent in the 4th HP. it's small on the outside, but much larger inside.
Crystal: *walks over to the other two* Maximillian says we can come inside. This place I sort of barged into is his home. He's - er, he's like us Jackson, except he's American.
*the three go inside*
Maximillian: Ah, these must be your friends. I'm Maximillian Page, but you all can just call me Maximillian or Max. Welcome to my home. *gestures around his living room, which is furnished with a couch, two armchairs, two side tables, and a coffee table over a large rug in front of a fireplace* Make yourselves comfortable. *sympathetically* Sorry you've had to go through the crash. You must be tired, would you like something to eat or drink?
Lewis: *knocks on the door*
Maximillian: *glances up* Not often I get so many visitors. *glances at Crystal, Jackson, and Isabelle* Of course, they mayt be looking for you.
Crystal: That could be a good thing or a bad thing.
Maximillian: *looks seriously at her* Yes, I've heard of the going-ons in Britain. I suppose I have to answer it. *walks over to the door* *opens the door* *sees Lewis* Yes? Can I help you, young man?
Lewis: *nods, opens his mouth to show that he has no tongue, for he cannot speak*
Maximillian: Oh, um, would you like to come in? Are you injured or sick?
Crystal: *lets out a silent sigh of relief*
Lewis: *walks in, then shakes his head*
Jackson: *Looks to Crystal* Who on earth is that. *Grabs Crystal's and Isabelle's hands ready to apparate if needed.
Fairywings said:Crystal: *quietly* Relax. He's not a death eater. And don't ask me how I know, I just do.
Maximillian: Why don't you just make yourself comfortable in my living room? I was just about to offer my other guests something to drink. Would you like something? I have coffee, water, milk, juice, sodas? Butterbeer is very popular with many of my guests. Of course, you older ones are British, I can make you some tea if you'd prefer that.
Crystal: *surprised* You have butterbeer?!
Maximillian: True, it's hard to find, but it's not a British exclusive drink. *smiles amusedly* Would you like some Crystal?
Crystal: Yes please sir!
Maximillian: *smiles* *brings her a bottle* *glances at Jackson and Isabelle* What about you two?
Jackson: Water. *Says coldly*
Isabelle: Can I have some chocolate milk please?
Fairywings said:Maximillian: Of course. *walks into the kitchen* And don't be so grumpy. Your young friend intruded into my home. I think that was a very valid reason to ask her who she was and what she was doing here. But she didn't tell me anything besides the crash if that's what you're worried about. *comes back with their drinks* I don't support the bad people causing your people trouble either, if that's what you're worried about. We Americans are pretty removed from everything happening in your country. *sets the drinks down* There you are.
Crystal: *drinks her butterbeer*
Isabelle: Thanks mister!
Jackson: Thanks. *Drinks his water in one gulp and sighs*
Fairywings said:Maximillian: *bows* You're welcome little lady. And you too, my boy. *sits in one of the armchairs* *stretches his limbs* I wonder........I know the young lady is Miss Crystal of Britain, but who are the rest of my guests? And, if you don't mind me asking, how did you crash?
Crystal: Oh. Well, we, uh,
Jackson: *Gives Crystal a look* It was a small plane. 5 people on board. Crystal, the girl, myself and the pilots. They told us to jump. Engine trouble.
Lewis: *just sits down*
Fairywings said:Maximillian: *sighs* You still don't trust me. I can respect that. You kids are probably getting hit the hardest you know, everyone trying to convince you their side is right. Me, I'm not on a side. Not my war. But since you don't believe me, just to assure you.....*rolls up his sleeves and shows him his forearms* No Dark Mark. No brand. I am not a murderer.
Crystal: *gives him a look that says, Would you rather be dead or here?*