RP: Max & Lorelai Who: Max & Lorelai What: Trying to get back to normality Where: Pippin's When: 14th November, daytime
Max had been walking on eggshells since LeStrange had come into the shop. It was like a horrible, horrible history repeating itself. In fact, he would much rather go through his divorce again five separate times over than have to deal with this even once. He also had that Lorelai had been drawn into this. Probably more than he hated that he himself had been drawn into it. He had tried to suggest to himself that perhaps if she didn't live in the Wizarding World she wouldn't have Wizarding problems, but his conscience wouldn't let him. He knew and understood Lorelai better than that, and whilst she was a pain in the arse, she didn't deserve that.
Today he was adding a few ingredients to the Polyjuice. He hated doing it and becoming complicit in whatever the bloody hell Lestrange was planning, but he knew that resistance was futile. It would hurt him, hurt the people he loved... he'd rather just carry on.
He moved away as soon as he was done, heading back to the front of the shop where the less dangerous, less illegal potions lay.
"Hey, you alright?" he asked Lorelai. He'd been checking often, surprised when she'd continued coming to work almost like normal. Deep down, below it all, Max did care.