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Maxim had a really hard week. He was studying for N.E.W.T.s and he had Quidditch practices and games. He really wanted to look good in front of the guests that might later recruit him to their teams. He didn't really see any other career for himself except for that of a Quidditch player. He was a talented keeper, he knew that, but was it enough to get into any of those famous teams he wanted to be a part of so much? Oscar and Merry would probably say yes, but he wasn't so sure of that himself. Gabriel laughed at him whenever he mentioned his choice of career. He said he couldn't be serious.<p>

What if he really was lying to himself? Who was he? Once Gabriel marries, he will probably be left with no money. He wouldn't be surprised if he or his new wife kick him out. The latter seemed more possible to him, as his brother could have done that ages ago, but never did. Yes, he certainly had a lot of going on in his life and many things in his head. It didn't help his mother was missing, because even though she wasn't the best parental figure there was she was his mother after all.<p>

With a heavy sigh, he entered the Hog's Head. He liked the shady atmosphere of the pub and the thrill of excitement he had when he headed there. The slytherin hadn't been there for a few months and was curious of this new manager he heard people talking about. When he sat behind the bar and looked at the girl behind it, he was in a huge state of shock. It was Sheri! HIS Sheri!<p>

Without thinking, he jumped through the counter and swept the girl off her feet. ”Sheridan! You're alive!”

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<p>The bartender had a day off, so Sheridan took over his job for this night. She was busy this evening: lots of people popped into the pub for few drinks. Sheridan’s trained eyes already spotted two or three illegal businesses going on here, two old gamblers trying to con an unsuspecting upper class man, who came here for a bit of excitement away from the High Street and – at the same time – polite society.</p>

<p>Sheridan didn’t notice the newcomer, being too busy with serving drinks. If she did notice him earlier, probably the girl would be prepared for this, however she wasn’t. It was big surprise when suddenly she heard that someone jumped through the counter and raised her up like a doll. Sheridan didn’t like to be treated like a doll and if only she had her wand in the reach of her hands – Devon will be disappointed that she didn’t keep it close – she would hex that person and kick his butt off her bar.</p>

<p>This person screamed something, she analysed further, trying to dig out the name of this man, no it was a boy. In the same time it struck her. “Oh my fucking Merlin, damn it” she thought. It was Maxmilian. Sort of her ex-boyfriend. They were… close back in school. Sheridan liked him and he liked her, but nothing happened between them. They were… too young for this. "Yes, I am alive!" she cried to save some time for thinking. "Calm down, you moron! Put me down, now!"</p>

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Maxim had a rough couple of weeks. Preparing for NEWTS, Quidditch... The whole thing with his brother... What he really needed was a break. And nothing made it easier. Certainly not his mother who left him at Gabriel's and then left out of the blue. Mother of the year, really. So no wonder that the young man had not been feeling his best lately. It was simply way too much on his head to think about this. He wanted to focus on school, but his inborn protectiveness wanted him to find mother out as well. Brilliant. Simply brilliant. Just when he thought that this week or month could not have been worse, he saw Sheridan Lynch. A girl he used to be fawning over.<p>

It was a strange sight, but somehow it made him feel a lot better. He thought about her a lot, probably more than he should. However, that moment he didn't think. He was just spontaneous, because he believed that she missed him as much as he did. On her wish, the teenager put her down, looking closely at the brunette. ”You've changed.” He commented.


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<p> Seeing Maxmillian around here made her stomach flip out of nervousness. They were quite close, back then, but now there was a big hole between them. They weren’t equal anymore, Sheridan could sense this. Something happened in his life as well as in hers. But well, it was strange and awkward to see him here, at the Hogs Head during her shift. What will he think about her? What DID he think about this situation? Sheri tried to read what was happening in his mind from expression over his face, unfortunately without result.</p>

<p>Change. A shadow of a bitter smile crossed her face. Of course, she had changed! She was a werewolf now, her body was covered with scars, she felt ugly now. Yes, a lot changed in her and those people who knew her, could see it. "Well, yes… I had to…" the girl murmured. Unconsciously, her hands started to play with a wisp of her long brown hair and she turned her gaze off him. "It is… pleasure to see you…" This was going to be the most awkward conversation in her entire life.</p>

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Maxim was worried. Sheridan did not seem to be fully herself. It was strange that this full of energy girl became something so different. He cared about Sheridan very much, he liked her more than just a friend and he'd do anything to protect her.

Oh, Maxim, Maxim, always so gallant.

Gabriel's mocking voice once again rang in his head. Well, he was who he was and he couldn't change that. Most of the girls seemed to like that, though Cym had laughed at him more than one time for that. He wasn't sure about Sheri now, since she obviously was not the same person anymore. He pulled out and looked at her closely.
”It's not. You're not happy. What happened, Sheri? You can tell me everything, you know?”

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<p> Of course, she wasn’t happy. How she could be happy being a werewolf? How could she explain him her change? Sheridan filled a glass of beer and handed it to a customer, who just ordered it. She looked back at Maxmillian. Oh Merlin, he didn’t change so much. He was still handsome, strong and protective. The girl loved it in him and now she realized that it was still appealing for her. She liked him in the same way she did back in school.</p>

<p>"My father is dead, you know?" she answered bitterly. "It is not a reason to be happy, isn’t it? It is not the right place for a conversation like this. I have work to do."</p>

<p>When her voice became so cold? The girl didn’t mean to hurt him, but obviously she had to keep her distance. He couldn’t get to know the truth. Sheridan wouldn’t stand rejection from his side, she was afraid that he will hurt her as soon as he knew about her… other side.
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Maxim stood there, looking at her in awe and trying to stop himself from doing something eve less appropriate than what he did already. Sheridan had always been beautiful in his eyes and that would never change. He wanted to kiss her, right then and there.
”Don't you dare.” He heard a voice inside his head. ”Unless you want to lose everything. Again.”

He hit his soft spot. With Gabriel engaged, it was less probable he'd sponsor him if he did not behave well by his brother's standards. If Gabriel knew the truth, he'd kill him. Sheridan's voice brought him back and he looked at her with his puppy stare.
”I had no idea, Sher. I'm so sorry.” He said truthfully. ”Is there anything I can do for you?”

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<p>He had no idea. Well, good. It will stop annoying and awkward questions about her absence and current occupation for some time. As he asked if there was something that he could do for her, she almost laughed into his face. ‘Leave me and forget’ she almost said. These words lingered over the edge of her tongue, but she never spoke it out loud. She shook her head and returned to her work. When every patron around the bar had everything they wanted she returned to Max and stared at him for a while.</p>

<p>"You have changed too" she noticed, frowning. Her hands grabbed a soft, dry cloth and started to polish clean glasses. "New clothes, new haircut. It seems that you somehow became rich."</p>

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It was strange to see her there. Really strange, but somehow... Somehow it all added up. Though he didn't exactly understand how. He wasn't good with reading the girls, he didn't have the “girl intelligence”. What he did have, however, was a really big heart. He had a lot of friends, of different classes. He had a few crushes, but no girl had ever made an impact on him quite as big as Sheri did. His Sheri.
”Oh.... Yeah. It turns out my mother had another son and he's rich and I'm his only heir so I need to looks presentable...” He said, watching her closely. ”Is everything alright?” He asked with real concern.