Re: Livvy & Open
Max may as well have been wearing his Magpies robes for all the photographs, autographs, fainting girls, screaming kids and awestruck teenagers he was getting. He liked his fans, was grateful for their support, but his mother seemed to have booked his time to everyone and anyone that day. He'd just done an hour long stint on the Firebolt stand and now he had about fifty minutes before he was needed over at the Quidditch pitch to teach the kids some tricks.
Still, at least he'd managed to wear what he wanted. There had been talk of a suit, but he quickly pouted his way out of that one. Ripped low-riders and a faded t-shirt would do. It was a festival, fun, not work. Catching sight of his best friend -despite the ponytail- he jogged over to her, pulling her into a hug and startling slightly as a flashbulb went off beside them.