Post by Maximus Kahn on Jul 11, 2016 9:33:31 GMT -5
Maximus Xavier Kahn - the name sounded rather pretentious, and the meaning seemed to follow. Maximus naturally meant greatest, while Xavier meant bright. His parents, Beowulf and Chalondra, loved to use language to get their points across. Both of their names in some form meant intelligent (though only Beowulf made Max laugh...intelligent wolf). Of course it would be fitting for them to name their son in some form of being the greatest and brightest. Max made his parents proud, living up to his name in some form, donning Ravenclaw robes and a charismatic personality to seemed to win almost anyone over.
The Kahn family’s roots were heavily in Germany, but had since spread into other countries since the 19th century, with Max’s parents having real estate in Germany, Britain, France, and Italy. Max had lived a lovely childhood, at least in the pieces that he wanted to remember. The tall brunette did a fantastic job of blocking out any negative memories, and had an extremely difficult time opening up about them. As much as Max could recall, everyone who knew him saw an ideal life, a well-off family, and a friendly demeanor. Perfection to the outside world, and on the inside, well Max started to believe so, as well.
Max stirred in his bed, not quite asleep, but not fully awake. He stretched and tossed, eventually coming out of his near-sleeping state. His green eyes darted around his bed, the silky sky blue curtains drawn. He sat up, delicately opening in hopes not to disturb his roommates. Standing up, Max changed from his pajamas into some decent clothing, slipped on some loafers, and tip-toed from the dormitory. The Ravenclaw common room was dimly lit, a few sleepless students lingering to study or read for their own amusement. Max gave a younger boy a slight nod as he left the Ravenclaw Tower.
He rubbed his temples, making his way to the dungeons. Max knew he should not be awake and about at this hour in the castle. He swept down the stairs, silent as a hunting cat. His stomach grumbled, to which Max winced, irritated that he had made any noise at all. At least he was on his way to the kitchens. Max would always get tea and cookies when he could not sleep at home, and that tradition stayed with him at Hogwarts. The house elves had gotten use to him sneaking into their territory at all hours of the night, always happy to sit him down, steep tea for him, and pile cookies onto his plate.
Upon arriving at the kitchens, he was greeted immediately. “Hello, Mr. Kahn, please take a seat,” squeaked a female elf, bringing him a napkin, saucer, and teacup. “Oh hello, Tinker, please you can call me Max dear. Can I please help you?” Max asked, knowing she would insist that he stay seated and enjoy. He truly would have enjoyed serving himself, but the last time he did that, poor Tinker went into a fit, saying that she must be a bad elf because Max refused her service.
The Kahn family’s roots were heavily in Germany, but had since spread into other countries since the 19th century, with Max’s parents having real estate in Germany, Britain, France, and Italy. Max had lived a lovely childhood, at least in the pieces that he wanted to remember. The tall brunette did a fantastic job of blocking out any negative memories, and had an extremely difficult time opening up about them. As much as Max could recall, everyone who knew him saw an ideal life, a well-off family, and a friendly demeanor. Perfection to the outside world, and on the inside, well Max started to believe so, as well.
Max stirred in his bed, not quite asleep, but not fully awake. He stretched and tossed, eventually coming out of his near-sleeping state. His green eyes darted around his bed, the silky sky blue curtains drawn. He sat up, delicately opening in hopes not to disturb his roommates. Standing up, Max changed from his pajamas into some decent clothing, slipped on some loafers, and tip-toed from the dormitory. The Ravenclaw common room was dimly lit, a few sleepless students lingering to study or read for their own amusement. Max gave a younger boy a slight nod as he left the Ravenclaw Tower.
He rubbed his temples, making his way to the dungeons. Max knew he should not be awake and about at this hour in the castle. He swept down the stairs, silent as a hunting cat. His stomach grumbled, to which Max winced, irritated that he had made any noise at all. At least he was on his way to the kitchens. Max would always get tea and cookies when he could not sleep at home, and that tradition stayed with him at Hogwarts. The house elves had gotten use to him sneaking into their territory at all hours of the night, always happy to sit him down, steep tea for him, and pile cookies onto his plate.
Upon arriving at the kitchens, he was greeted immediately. “Hello, Mr. Kahn, please take a seat,” squeaked a female elf, bringing him a napkin, saucer, and teacup. “Oh hello, Tinker, please you can call me Max dear. Can I please help you?” Max asked, knowing she would insist that he stay seated and enjoy. He truly would have enjoyed serving himself, but the last time he did that, poor Tinker went into a fit, saying that she must be a bad elf because Max refused her service.