Chapter two: Maxwell Black
Morning came and Maxwell woke up went to the kitchen. Started making breakfast. Maxwell is 16 with Irish Black Hair that was mess yet it fell into his deep blue eyes elegantly. There was a few scars here and there other then that nothin much. For all he knew his parents abandoned him cuz they didn't want him. At least thats what the social worker at Colorado said. The old man with the long silver beard said he looked like his father but has his mothers eyes. 'People say alot of things I just wish I get the answers I need'he thought. Then this boy about his age came in the room with dark brown hair that stuck up in the back and emerald colored eyes that was behind circular glasses. There was even a lightning shaped scar above his right eye.
They stared at each other for a moment and then Maxwell went back to cooking. He was cooking scrambled eggs, maple syrup sausages. When he was finished he turned of the burner was about to grab plates but he suddenly remembered he didn't even know this guy.
"Who are you?" asked Max.
"Harry Potter," answered the teenage boy.
"Is the a workout gym near here?" asked Max.
"Only in london," answered Harry.
"Well, no offense, but you look like you could use a good work out,"
replied Max.
"Hey, you shouldn't be talking, you don't look too good either," said Harry.
They both cracked up so hard, they both were on the floor out of breath. They ate in silence once in a while they would burst out with laughter.
"Oh, almost forgot we gotta hit the clothing department also cause no offense but those clothes look like an over weight wrestler wore them before you, Harry. By the way my name is Maxwell Black, but please call me Max," said Max.