Maxene Anya Veronik Halliwell-Coleman-Von Witzlebe

@maxenecoleman

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Watching her hands with a captivated expression, he noted her gestures and then flicked through the book, before settling on the explanation for her movements. Grinning then, he committed the phrase to memory, before eyeing her warily once more.

Allowing her to touch his hands without any hesitation, he watched as she taught him the correct movements and he cast her a sheepish smile, before attempting it a few more times and glancing at her for approval. Nodding then, he pocketed the book and followed after her, stepping into the house and wondering what she wanted to show him now.

She didn't exactly want to show him something. It was just more comfortable being inside the house instead of standing at the door all the time. Kyle wasn't home anyway so it was alright to let him in. After the door was closed she headed for the living room plumping down onto the couch, but not before she stole her noteblock back.

As she crossed her legs she wrote. "Where is your house?" Now that the formality of handing over her present in return for the feather was over and she knew the answers to the mysteries of magic, her curiosity about him in general returned.

Smiling then, he flicked through the book, noting many signs that were for everyday phrases, but a few others too. Doubting he’d have much use for asking for a cup of coffee, he focused on the simpler phrases, vowing to learn them for her.

He signed Thank You, before flicking through the book with narrowed eyes, peering down at a space on the page. After a moment, he attempted the sign for How are you?, hoping that he’d performed it correctly.

Max studied his motions critically. He had remembered how to say thank you which made her smile, knowing that he truly was interested to learn. She returned his thanks with a you're welcome. Little did she know that he did it for her and not neccesarily for himself. As he signed how are you Max tilted her head, with her eyes fixed on his hands and a sceptical expression on her face.

She then helped him to repeat the question correctly by lowering his cupped hands and turning them outward, nodding with a smile when he tried again after she motioned him to. Come, she then signed, and disappeared into the house waiting for him to step inside as well.

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He wasn’t entirely sure how to explain what he did, to a child. But she was looking at him, looking at him for some kind of answer. Chewing on the inside of his mouth for a moment, he looked over to the little girl, and tried his best to explain it to her. “T’ere are places t’at bad men stay. It’s my job ta find those places.” Murphy paused, knowing that he couldn’t tell the girl that he gunned men down, “When I find those places, I make sure whate’er bad thin’ they were doin’, isn’ done anymore.” It was a vague answer. It didn’t even fully cover her question, but Murphy was trying. There wasn’t a delicate way of telling a child that he was a vigilante, after all.

Max frowned. She didn't fully understand. Maybe there was a reason why he explained it as vague as he did, but she wondered why. It was just like Kyle, who kept it as vague as he did but she trusted him completely and didn't need to know exactly. But, as she figured Murphy wouldn't want to explain more than he already did, she kept her thoughts to herself. She eyed him and wrote the next thing down carefully. "I'm not one of those people am I?"

Nodding obediently, he closed his eyes and then placed his hands over them, added protection should she think that he was peeking. He was curious, however, to whatever it was that she might want to show him, but for now he would wait, albeit rather impatiently.

After a few moments, he felt her tug on his sleeve and he glanced down, and nodded, eagerly awaiting her return. Taking the book from her then, his eyes widened and he took the blocknote in order to ask her a question. “How different is American sign language from British?”

While in her room she thought it over once more. She could say she lost the book. It was hers, to look up new words when she needed to, but she wanted to give it to her new friend. Max grabbed the book from inbetween the others, placed the quill on her nightstand and ran back downstairs, smiling to see he was still there.

Max shifted her gaze from the blocknote to the floor to think. She didn't know. A few words maybe? After moving from the US to the UK she didn't have a lot of problems with the language. "Few words," she then wrote. "I can understand a lot," she added implying that it was alright.

Eyes darting down to read her scribbled words, Draco smiled and nodded, slowly clambering to his feet and returning his wand to his pocket. Seeing her hand outstretched, he slipped his hand into hers without any hesitation, allowing her to lead him to wherever it was that she wanted to go to.

Wondering what it was that she wanted to show him, he gazed around him as they walked, memorising his surroundings and the journey so that he could visit her again. He knew he’d want to, for this little Muggle girl had shattered the walls that he’d built up around himself, in order to protect himself and to keep others away.

They arrived the house after quite a walk. As they stood in front of the door, Max slipped her hand from Draco's and turned to face him covering her eyes with her hands briefly in order to clarify that he shouldn't look. When she was sure he didn't she stepped to one of the flowerpots to get the key, which Kyle always hid there whenever he went away for work, for just in case.

After tugging at his sleeve she opened the door and stepped inside. It didn't matter whether he wanted to come in or not for she ran up the stairs to get what she wanted to give him. She returned soon after, a large book in her hands with American Sign Language on the cover. Max handed it over with a smile.

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“— Did you say something? I don’t speak the foreign language of stupidity.”

Max scowled at his rudeness. It wasn’t her fault she was deaf.

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“Listen kid, I don’t have time for you.” Punk glanced around. “Where are your parents, huh?”

She wondered why he asked while he didn't have time for her. "Not here," she signed, not taking the effort to write it down for him.

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The last thing Chayton had expected to stumble across this late in a park was a little girl. Seeing that she was alone, he made his way to her and knelt down to her level. “Are you lost?”

Max looked up seeing someone approaching her and watched as the guy knelt down in front of her. With her gaze fixed on his lips as he spoke to read what he said, the girl shook her head. She reached for her pocket taking a blocknote and a pencil; she assumed he was not familiar with sign language. "Kyle is lost" she wrote, and passed it over for him to read.

"Hello?" Tony walked over to the girl. "Are you lost? You okay?"

Max looked up at the boy, nodded hesitatingly but took a blocknote out of her pocket to be able to communicate. “I can’t get in the house,” she wrote and handed it over.

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Tony looked at her and the house and grabbed a pen to write. "You here all by yourself?"

The girl nodded again after reading. Yes she was. She had been waiting for a while already, but Kyle wasn’t home. “He left this morning but didn’t come back” she wrote, and studied him pensively as he read.

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"Who?" he wrote back.

"Kyle." Max passed him back the blocknote. She'd never called her father any differently.

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Sighing with relief at her nod, all of the fight went out of him and he cast a wary, albeit grateful smile. It seemed that she wasn’t scared of him, merely curious, and that he could deal with. He knew for a fact that she would have plenty of questions, it was just finding the right ones to write down for him to answer.

Then she signed the word, and he smiled, mimicking it and attempting to commit it to memory. He was learning a rather varied collection of phrases, but he was enjoying it. He wanted to be able to talk to her properly.

"I have something for you." While Draco read she stood up from the ground with the quill in her right hand as she offered him her left in order for him to come with her. Max smiled down at him, waiting for him to stand up as well to head to her currently empty home.

He had given her a gift and it was only fair to give him something else in return -and she knew exactly what that gift was going to be. Kyle didn't like strangers, but he was out working and the six year old was home alone. It was unusual. normally there would be someone else to look after her. She didn't worry too much though. She'd ask.

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While the little girl shook her head, she didn’t give him any other answer. Murphy chalked it up to her simply not knowing. It wasn’t uncommon, really. He had spent most of his life, not knowing what his father had done for a living. Or just how long he’d been at it. And then she asked him, the one question that was always the most difficult to answer. While he and his brother in no way denied who they were, or what they did… they didn’t exactly go around advertising it, either. Especially not to a child. Murphy didn’t want to frighten her, and he gave her a small smile, “I make bad guys go away.”

She nodded but didn't seem fully satisfied with the answer. Max was a curious being, especially after the events concerning her family. She had grown more cautious about everything, and this man telling her he made bad people go away wasn't enough information simply because she didn't know him. Her curiosity caused her to be rude sometimes. She was convinced though that if she asked too much Murphy would either get up and leave or simply not answer. "How?" she wrote and her eyebrows shot up in wonder. Maybe he could teach her. Max was reminded of a few kids from school who didn't seem to like her very much. Maybe she could make them go away too.

Feeling quite out of his depth now, a look of horror settled on his face and he scooted backwards, fearing that he had terrified her now and she would want nothing more to do with him. Then the stifling silence overwhelmed him and he screwed his eyes tightly shut, before finally, he heard the light scratching of her writing something on the blocknote.

Leaning forward to read it, he took a deep breath and reached for the pencil, scribbling his reply. “I’m a Wizard.”

Max noticed how Draco moved away from her and, afraid he would stand up and leave for some reason she wouldn't know, she thought of a question to ask, one that would explain the bigger picture instead of the little things. He was still there when she wrote it down, and as he read the words she eyed him carefully.

A nod came from her. There wasn't a single hint of distrust, because it all made sense. It now made sense why Draco was weird, and although he may not be like the wizards she was familiar with, the old ones with the pointy hats and grey beards, she believed him. After another moment of silence Max raised her hands and signed the word.

"Hello?" Tony walked over to the girl. "Are you lost? You okay?"

Max looked up at the boy, nodded hesitatingly but took a blocknote out of her pocket to be able to communicate. “I can’t get in the house,” she wrote and handed it over.

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Tony looked at her and the house and grabbed a pen to write. "You here all by yourself?"

The girl nodded again after reading. Yes she was. She had been waiting for a while already, but Kyle wasn't home. "He left this morning but didn't come back" she wrote, and studied him pensively as he read.

Gabe was watching the cat up in the tree when he heard footsteps on the pavement of the road and a car behind him. Glancing in the direction of the footsteps, his eyes grew wide upon noticing a child in the middle of the road and a car approaching. Without even thinking, he rushed over and grabbed the child, carrying her to safety before carefully dropping her feet onto the soft grass near the tree. Bending down to get eye level with the girl, he told her gently, “Never go running off into the road, okay?” He understood small attention spans and getting distracted by cats, he had the attention span of gnat as well.

She heard the car honking. It wasn't loud, but her hearing aids picked up the vague sound and it made her look up -only to see a car approaching at such a high speed she didn't know what to do out of shock. Rooted to the spot, all Max could do was pinch her eyes shut to at least not have to look. Instead of the expected blow however, she felt she was lifted from the ground instead and when she opened her eyes again she was still alive. Her heart still pounded like crazy. Max carefully looked up to see who had saved her just in time to read the lips of the man speaking to her, and she nodded immediately. "Sorry," she signed and mouthed the word.

“Are you okay, Max?” He murmured when she did nothing except stare at him for a good few minutes, and his concern for her increased. After all, it was not too long ago that she had nearly been knocked down by one of the Muggle driving contraptions, and now he appeared to have shocked her into silence once more to the point where she wouldn’t even write.

But then finally, she wrote on the blocknote and his eyes fell to read what she had scribbled down. “I am from London. Just a different part - where I’m from, we don’t have those things that nearly knocked you down.”

She shook her head to clarify that she didn't understand what he meant. No pencils, no aliens and apparently no cars. Draco wasn't familiar with any of those things and it was something that confused her a lot, let alone the magic he had shown her. Max clutched the blocknote to her chest and gazed at the ground deeply in thought.

Then, knowing the right question to ask, she pursed her lips and began to write. "What are you?" If he wasn't an alien he had to be something else that wasn't normal.

"Hello?" Tony walked over to the girl. "Are you lost? You okay?"

Max looked up at the boy, nodded hesitatingly but took a blocknote out of her pocket to be able to communicate. "I can't get in the house," she wrote and handed it over.

“Out of space? As in…not on this planet? I didn’t even know that that was possible…” Confusion coloured his features then and he frowned helplessly, before noting that other planets could very well exist - after all, magic and the supernatural existed, so why couldn’t life on other planets?

"What do you mean? Oh…I came to visit this part of London, and then ended up meeting you instead." He wrote then, before he cast her a small smile, hoping that she understood his words.

Now she was confused. How could he not know about any of that? This was getting weirder, there was more to try to keep up with and it got more and more difficult for little Max to comprehend. She didn't react, didn't even know how to, but just gazed at him as she tried to understand.

For a moment Max pinched her eyes as if she detected he was lying. This part of London.. he'd mentioned he came from here before, but she didn't believe him. "But you're not from London." A statement, but the big questionmark was written on her face.

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