Reminisce [Max]

[Max Kameren]

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Max watched with wide eyes as Alex delicately opened the trunk and let the lid fall back. They were met with seven crystal vials, glowing a soft silver against the sealed cherry wood of the chest. They were nestled upright, cloth wrapped between them to keep from knocking against each other and possibly cracking. His green eyes followed his uncle’s hand as he lifted one from its place to reveal a label inscribed with Curse Kameren’s slanted writing: Milton. He lifted another: Ari.

"Max..." He said slowly, replacing it and pulling out another. Flux.

“Holy shit.” They were memories. Curse’s memories, locked in a box for years. Max reached forward tentatively, pulling another vial up. Max. He dropped it back, startled. His eyes darted up, meeting his uncle. “Do you have a pensieve?”

[Alecsander]

"Max..." He said slowly, replacing it and pulling out another. Flux.

“Holy shit.” They were memories. Curse’s memories, locked in a box for years. Max reached forward tentatively, pulling another vial up. Max. He dropped it back, startled. His eyes darted up, meeting his uncle. “Do you have a pensieve?”

He frowned, putting the Flux vial back in its spot. "Not anymore, Cain nicked it and I haven't seen it since." He supposed it was too much even for the Great Kameren Family to have more than one pensieve. And of course it probably had burnt to a crisp in the fire in Cain's lab. There was the one at the Ministry...

"We have one, but even using a new bowl I don't want his Memories in the Ministry.." He trailed off, thinking. Where could they get a pensieve on such short notice? "The Alley?" Alex suggested.

[Max Kameren]

“Do you have a pensieve?”

"Not anymore, Cain nicked it and I haven't seen it since."

"The Ministry, then?" Max asked, arching a questioning brow at his uncle. He pulled anther vial out, turning it in his hands to read the scratched Alex on the side. "Hey, this one's yours. What could he possibly have left these for?"

"We have one, but even using a new bowl I don't want his Memories in the Ministry.." He trailed off, thinking. Where could they get a pensieve on such short notice? "The Alley?" Alex suggested.

"Diagon, or Knockturn?" Max frowned at the thought; either way, he wouldn't be going. Diagon Alley had so many people this time of year that even the thought of it gave Max a migraine. And though Knockturn had less people, the quality was significantly lessened. "I can't go to either. Speaking of," Max checked his watch, "I've got to get back to work. Let me know when you can track one down, yeah? I'll have a look at Mungo's, but anything we do have I'm doubting it would be safe to put dad's memories in." He shrugged as he gathered up his notebook, taking one last lingering look at the glowing chest before nodding at his uncle. "See you sunday? Ari's doing family dinner. You know you're always welcome." Max smiled before turning on his heel and disappearing.

ooc: Exit Max!! LET'S GET THS PLOT-PARTY STARTED