The Silva Residence. 8D

"Which is?"

"Well, errr, I like to play... Qudditch?"

"Max, you know you're not into that!" Said Max. "You know you're actually into math and stuff like that! ^_^" (Lulz, signs of a future Curse Breaker.)

"Matt!"

"Math? But he falls asleep in Arithmancy all the time, and Arithmancy has to deal with the numbers and stuff. Wow. I never would've guessed that the tough Gryffindor would be a nerd. ^_^"

(What are his hobbies anyway?)

"Oh common, I have some other hobbies besides that, you know. And besides convincing gulliable kids to do stuff for you, what else do you enjoy doing?"

[He LOVES Rubik's cubes. He can solve them without looking. *flashback to classroom*

He stared at me while he solved a Rubik's cube... hauuuuu~ his eyes were so brown... <3

and he loves breakdancing like a 'tard. but what teenage boy doesn't love that? *insert another flashback* ... I HELD HIS CELL PHONE FOR HIM. <3 (which is red, with an OSU sticker on it, and it has a full kyeboard flippy-thing. :A) and while he was dancing, i could see all of his stomach because his shirt was going upwards while he danced flopped around like a dying fish. :3

what are nick's hobbies, though?]

"Muggle stuff you wouldn't understand, Max."

(He likes to play international football, (Soccer. I mean, hey we ARE in England after all. Only America calls it soccer) and I guess acting.)

"Like...? I understand plenty of things of the muggle world,"

"Soccer, I guess. And acting. I love acting. But, I've told you mine, tell me yours."

"Well," said Max looking him over carefully. "You are rather dramatic," He than got an evil/mischevious grin on his face, jumped up on his and looked down on the floor all dramatically. "NICOLAS, NICOLAS, WHERE ART THOU NICOLAS?"

He than ran down on the floor, got on his knee, and looked up all dramatically. "It is, Rachel, the sun rises in the east, and Rachel is the sun... <3"

Max was then bitch-slapped. "You suck at acting. Seriously. Get some lessons or something."

"Did you just bitch-slap me? Well, then again, you ARE a bitch..."

"Max... why do you enjoy making fun of me? My height. The way I look. The way I act. All of it you seem to be able to poke fun at. I came here because of a pathetic 'help me dot-dot-dot', and when I get here, you don't need help to get away from Matt, you and him are together against me! I'm leaving. See ya later." He turned out of Max's room, down the stairs, and out of the house. Nicolas walked down the street, on his way home. Strangely, with a slight smile on his face.

Max turned to stare at Matt. They were staring at each other in shock and confusion in a minute. Finally, Max asked:

"What was THAT all about?"
"I dunno, maybe he's feeling angsty or something?"
"Yeah, maybe,"

It had been a long day and night, and now Max was ready to turn in early tonight. He had changed into a T-shirt and sweatpants, and as he was climbing into bed, he said to Matt:

"Matt, if you're going to say up, go entertain yourself downstairs or something,"

"OK!" And Matt ran downstairs.

And than, with a quiet and peaceful room, Max crawled into bed, and he was out.

Max found himself lying on his bed, with his pillow in his face. And he was yelling into it: "SOMEONE SAVE ME!!~"

[lulz, "!!~".]

"Last time you called me for help, you didn't need it. I'm not going to come this time. It's too late.

-Nicolas"

"You need to be connected to the Floo Network. My house is not. Sorry." Nicolas had enclosed said bag of floo powder. :3

Max turned to glare his evilist at Matt. He than roared out:

"WILL YOU PLEASE GO TO BED!?"
"No!" said Matt who jumped even more and higher than ever.
"UGH!" And Max than attempted to push him off.

And so, wrestling insues.

"DAMN IT MATT!! WILL YOU GET OFF MY BED ALREADY!?!?"
"No!"

"Ugh! Nicolas is being absoutely useless!" He flopped down on the bed, and sighed into his pillow. Then suddenly, the little lightbulb in his head turned on. He quickly pulled out a spare piece of parchment, scribbled a note, and sent it off with his owl. For sure, his savior would now come.

Libby arrived in the fireplace of the Sliva residence. 'u'

Max than went and glomped Libby. "YOU'RE HERE!" he exclaimed, squeezing her. "My little brother WILL NOT leave me alone. Do you think you can help me get rid of him?"

"If you let go of me, maybe," Libby breathed. "Can'tbreath. DX"

"Oh, sorry," he released her. "I'm just excited too, it's been forever since we last talked afterall!" he grinned, which revealed teeth, with braces on them again. Oh woe. T_T