[h1][b][i][color=aba400][center]Maximillian Gray[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/rmBRrwyf/image.png[/img][/center][center][/center][hr][center][color=aba400][b]Location[/b][/color]: Housing Complex
[color=aba400][b]Skills[/b][/color]: Basic Spellcraft, Conjuration[url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/596347699486261272/675191496856567839/tumblr_p9emi78Pdn1u8r3nho4_500.png]New Outfit[/url][/center]
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Max was appalled at how freely everyone was talking after the initial silence of Veils question. Sure there were things that needed to be discussed, but they were on an island full of telepaths that could do countless things Max couldn't even imagine before today. Along with an entire section dedicated to mutants with magic just like him. He knew what he was capable of thanks to Wanda. The scrying, snooping, the potential for countless mutants who could easily be in The Council's pocket scanning them for conversations like this. Max pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation before pulling it away, his look of annoyance replaced with one of conviction.

Max scanned the area, checking every room as he walked through and briefly took it all in to examine their space while everyone talked. When he finally finished he caught the tail end of Waverly's words before placing one cupped hand over the other and creating a small orb of swirling magic. Small symbols began to form like tiny constellations, swirling around the orb as it grew with each breath. Max slowly expanded his hands and allowed for the magic to grow, flowing over everyone and everything as it perfectly fit into the nooks and crannies of the apartment, effectively giving it a second layer before seeping into the walls, floor, and ceiling. The trim was peppered with small runes that danced across the beams, the same patterns echoed at the top of each wall along the edges, and the corners of the ceiling. 

Once Max felt his magic click into place he let out a long sigh. [Color=aba400]"If you insist on being paranoid on an island full of telepaths and magical mutants, feel free, but at the very least let me set up some wards to prevent them from spying onto our conversations and reporting them back to the very people you're so concerned with."[/color] He was beginning to feel frustrated with his powers now more than ever. Having moments ago struggled to make a good impression only to now effortlessly ward their entire home without so much as a bead of sweat. [Color=aba400]"I don't know whats going on here, we've only just arrived, [i]and I can't figure out why the FUCK my magic has felt so damn easy but when I needed it to impress the head witch it falters and fails JUST LIKE ALWAYS!"[/i][/color] 

He looked at everyone in front of him, his shoulders dropping slightly, and letting out another sigh. [Color=aba400]"Sorry I'm just...I'm frustrated. Oh, and I protected the house by the way. No magical or telepathic spying can happen within this space we now live in."[/color]


[h1][b][i][color=E610B8][center]Echo[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/9FWbx1tc/image.png[/img][/center][hr][center][color=E610B8][b]Location[/b][/color]: Housing Complex
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Harry had remained fairly silent towards the beginning of the conversations. Half listening, half in his own mind about what was going on. He shot glances at his sister every once in a while when she wasn't looking. As if he was trying to figure something out and he just couldn't quite get the last piece. Nervously he began to shake his right leg, gently tapping his toe against the floorboards. [Color=E610B8]"Maybe Waves is right. We shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. I know I'm knew to this all but… is there maybe a chance that you've spent so much of your lives running, hiding, and searching for monsters around every corner that maybe, just maybe, you're unable to stop?"[/color]

Harry made his way towards an open wall and leaned against it. Maybe he was projecting a little with his recent events, or maybe he had a point. He didn't know. He thought for a moment, placing a finger against his lower lip. [Color=E610B8]"We're all new here but [i]they[/i] aren't. We have a literal detective and a guy with a very leveled head having spent months here and they haven't said anything to the contrary. Maybe you're just...afraid to stop the fight? Afraid of the silence."[/color]