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ofthcrnedrcses‌:

Admittedly, Scarlett was much better at hexing than she was at healing, and therefore when help was offered to her, she wouldn’t be one to say no. Growing up with two older brothers who taught her how to defend herself rather well, she has learned both how to take a jinx and how to avoid them. She was rather paranoid, but that was just her natural manner. After all, she couldn’t just trust exactly anybody. From where she sat on the bench, the witch flashed him a grin as she looked up at him.

“Some help would be very appreciated, thank you.” She said, pushing away her pride as she moved aside to allow him some space to sit beside her. “My name’s Scarlett, by the way. Scarlett Dalager.”

“Max Bennett.” Max said in return as he sat down, offering her a small smile. Usually, when he’d patch up small wounds, and mostly on himself, it was no problem, but when it came to others, he couldn’t help but feel nervous about it. There was always a chance of messing up and making things worse, which is why he was extremely cautious. Thankfully, her wound didn’t seem as bad as he originally thought, and a bit of channeling his healing magic should do the trick and make the wound disappear without even leaving a scar.

“This might sound weird, but I hope you trust me enough with this.” After all, they only just met and in truth, she had no reason to trust him at all. “I promise though you won’t feel a thing, no pain at all. Just a small tingling sensation and warmth.”

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dailyjaceherondale

And what choice do I have? I can’t live like this.

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internationalauror‌:

❛ they have been properly obliviated. we must steer them away from the site, we cannot have anymore non magique to hinder us from the search, nor get killed. ❜ severine commented as she glanced around at the site. there were still traces of magic left, but they couldn’t follow where it would lead to. they knew it was a terrible fate, dragging both wizards & non magique people into their war of power. if only dumbledore would just battle against him, then everything might be over. he was the only one that could stop him, no one else.

❛ come on, monsieur bennett, we have to gather any information we can find before anyone else gets hurt. besides, i have to interrogate the swiss minister. ❜

“I’m afraid that that’s not as easy as it seems to be. The whole crime scene is swarmed with Muggles, we’ll have to wait until the whole area is cleared off the no-maj before we can go in.” The ministry officials were already working on that, seeing that the mo-maj were properly obliviated and steered away from the area. They would have to put up wards to make sure they could work undisturbed. The damage was great, and the message that it conveyed was received with caution and fear. Grindelwald was not to be underestimated.

Max turned to the french Auror with a small frown. “You don’t honestly think that the swiss minister was involved in all of this, do you?”

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tnott‌:

“Not big fan of things that get in the way of my revision time,” Theo corrected.

It was partly true. Theo did like to spend as much time as she could studying for her classes. But Maximillian wasn’t entirely wrong, either; Draco was constantly wasting time on his ridiculous, petty feud with Potter. Still, full of hot air or not, Draco was also one of Theo’s oldest friends, and she wouldn’t embarrass him by gossiping.

He in truth expected such an answer from a Ravenclaw for sure, and while he saw most of the Slytherin house not worry too much about grades, it was nice to see that there was still some hope left. His eyes once again moved to look at his younger brother and with a sigh, he then moved closer to Theo to perhaps get a glance on what she was rivising for. Then again, how hard could fourth year classes be hard?

“What are you studying for? Exams are like a month from now on.”

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dailyjaceherondale

What would you say to dinner? Tonight, someplace mundane. Just the two of us.

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ofdumbledores‌:

“No, you wouldn’t have been dead as well.” Albus said simply. He had thought the same thing, initially before looking into Lucille’s death, before he realized who had killed her and why. It was a cruel discovery, but he had understood it and he knew the implications of it. To a certain degree, the minds of those people were easy to read without using Legilimens on them in the slightest. “They wouldn’t have touched you, because you are not holding your father back. If anything you are motivating him. He wants to change the world, for himself and for you.” And once for Albus. But that lay in the past. They were now so firmly on different sides, as much as he ached for him still, he would never be his partner again. He had to stop him.

“Of course you will live with me. Max, this is my job as your godfather, to take you in and make sure you are okay when your parents can no longer do so themselves. And I intend to honor that. So yes, you will live with me during the summer, too. Like I said, unless you’d rather live with Bathilda, that is your decision.”

“I hope you realize that this sounds so accusing, right, uncle? It sounds as if I’m to blame that dad turned the way he did.” Max remarked with a small smirk. Of course, he knew that Albus didn’t mean it like that, but he couldn’t help himself. “Thing is, I don’t want a better world. I’m quite content with the one as it is right now. I couldn’t care less about differences between wizards and Muggles, or if some consider them inferior to us.” Then again, that was his teenage logic and take on all things that happened recently. It was more than evident that his father didn’t share such opinion.

The sole mention of living with Bathilda made him make really sour face. “Like I said before, while I have deep respect for my great-great-aunt, I think I’ll pass on that offer and rather stay with you.” He’d even dare to describe Albus as the cool uncle, and Max was convinced that he would have it good with him. It could have been much worse, especially with his mom dead and dad an international criminal now.

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Max understood that all too well. He’d been in such situations more than once, ever since he was a little kid. A scrapped knee here, a cut or two there, maybe some bruises from the mostly playful and harmless fights between him and his friends - and it wasn’t anything that he couldn’t heal up. More often than not he’d heal the wounds himself to not make his parents worried, and it was essentially what gave him the idea of becoming a doctor. After all, not everybody could really go around and say they had healing abilities, or well, healing magic, but then again, Max wasn’t one to do that either.

“I might be able to help. Let me see.”

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sherwoodgifs

You all look sharp. I would have thought you’d be glamoured.

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Why he was still listening to Care of Magical Creatures in his seventh year, Max wasn’t sure himself either. He wanted to drop it after his fifth year, but the subject kind of stuck with him. It was an easy one too, and it gave extra credit for later on, and while the Slytherin wasn’t quite as enthusiastic about the subjects as some of his classmates, he wasn’t exactly a failure at it either.

“Why do you think these... things are so fascinating?” He asked one of the Hufflepuff girls that attended the class with him as he motioned towards the Porlock they were studying.

@blondexbadgerxvance

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To say that Max was nervous was probably the understatement of the century. Then again, it wasn’t every day that one got feedback from Stark Industries and their scholarship program he applied for couple months back. Max made it into the final round of applicants that were candidates for the scholarship and had to prepare for an interview with no other than Tony Stark himself. He aspired to get into MIT’s medical school program and the scholarship was one last push towards it.

Upon being called inside, Max straightened his shirt and went in. “Good afternoon, mr. Stark.” He greeted the man behind the desk.

@ircnxstark

#ircnxstark

His Saturday afternoon was spend like every other when they couldn’t go to Hogsmeade and when the weather was just right - sitting down by one of the huge sad willows by the Black Lake with his small group of friends. Most called them elitists, some hated them, some even feared them, like they should have. Most of Max’s friends, including himself, came from well respected pureblood families.

Nothing would be out of the ordinary if Max didn’t spot no other than Lily Evans, the Muggle-born witch from Gryffindor. “What are you doing here, Evans? Can’t you see this is Slytherin only territory now?”

@thatmudblood

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healingwizard

“Why I want to become a doctor? To help others. I think I have that something that could maybe even change the whole point of view in medicine. But a future doctor should never gives his secrets away, otherwise everybody would do it, wouldn’t they?” Then again, not every Muggle doctor was a wizard with the ability to heal his patients with magic.

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thegreatestminister‌:

bennett. not malfoy, then. it’s curious, and cornelius can’t help but keep his eyes on the young man.

‘ max bennett. i’mcornelius fudge, minister for magic. ’ fudge introduced himself with a proud smile. he’s not bothered by the letters that came in; he’s more bothered about max’s reaction. cornelius has never really seen anyone react to magic for the first time (apart from when the muggle prime minister tried to throw him out of the window) so he’s curious to know just how people think about it.

‘ a crash-course in using magic ? ’ fudge asks. ‘ that’s an interesting phrase. tell me a little about yourself first, max … why do you feel like you should have a wand permit ? ’

He felt very awkward being there, not even exactly knowing how to behave in front of a minister of all things and people. Sure, he’d seen their local mayor every now and then, but the man was practically their neighbour and talking to him didn’t feel nearly as awkward as this, even more so since Max still needed his wand permit and actual lesson at Hogwarts he’d get afterwards.

“I was told I needed one since I never had one to begin with.” Max explained, nervously fiddling with his fingers and fidgeting with his foot. “Well... I come from a small town close to Nothingham, and first discovered magic when I was around six. I never really told anybody, and let it just happen. The only thing that I noticed was that I can heal people, things from minor scraps to bad injuries, which is why I wanted to become a doctor, to help others. Well, all until I got a visit that revealed quite a few things about what I actually am.”

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ofdumbledores‌:

Part of him wanted to scold Max in kindness, to tell him that history way important, as it taught the mistakes that should not be repeated. And one day, he feared, Grindelwalds way would be one of the tales of caution taught by history. And yet history was biased. HIstory was written by the survivors, the winners of war. No matter what happened, history would always be biased and as such, so was Bathilda. It was natural. It was nothing to blame her for.

“I couldn’t have stopped him, Max.” Albus said gently. He could not have. He could have tried harder, he knew that, but he also knew that he didn’t have the power to stop his former lover. He never did. Once upon a time he had the power to delay him maybe. But that was it. And he did, for a bit. That was it. Albus had remained close for Max after, but mostly close to his mother and so he knew a fair deal about what happened.

“Lucille knew as well.” He confirmed. “But it was not your father that killed her. Lucille grounded him in a way. Her death caused him to go so rogue so fast, Max. He loved her and I am afraid she shared his views. As did I when I first met your father. He is a very charismatic man and so Lucille followed him, loyally. Whoever killed your mother wanted to get to him. I assume it was one of his followers who thought Lucille and you were holding him back. And it worked.”

Max didn’t say anything for a very long time, lost in thought and information of what he just heard, and in mind going through all sorts of scenarios of what could have happened were his mother still alive, if his father didn’t turn out the way he did, of things that might happen in the future not just to him but to his godfather and great-great-aunt as well. It was really a lot to take in, and Max didn’t exactly know what to make of it all.

Did that mean that he potentially would end up the same, or that his father might come back to get him and recruit him into his lines? He didn’t know, and part of him didn’t even want to know.The young wizard took in a deep breath before slumping against his seat and looking up at Dumbledore, still having more questions than answers, really, though he supposed that some things were better left unsaid and unanswered.

"I could have been dead as well if I was at home.” It was more of a blunt statement than a question. The mere fact that he was at Hogwarts when it happened possibly saved his life. But even the fact of him being in Hogwarts didn’t guarantee his complete safety, even though max had a feeling that his godfather would take all the necessary precautions to make sure he’d be safe. “So what’s the plan? I’m relatively safe here, but what about the summer break? I’ll live with you?”

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immcvable‌:

@healingwizard

“You must be from that group that was sent from Europe to help us find Grindelwald…I wish your bosses would listen, if anything, Grindelwald is long gone from America…he got what he came for…”

“If you’re going try and push the fault onto us, you might want to try harder then.” Max said in a dry tone, arms crossed in front of him as he almost glared at the other. “Honestly, we shouldn’t even try to blame one another. it will bring nothing but more trouble and that’s exactly what Grindelwald wants.”

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