‘Tis The Season To Be Plotting
[non-magic/all-human AU, because we all need a little fluff in our lives]
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“Come on, Max,” Izzy called, touching up her lipstick in the mirror. “It’s time to go.”
Max scrambled down the stairs, dance bag slung over his shoulder and shoes in his hands. “Coming, Izzy!”
Izzy ruffled his hair and led her little brother out to the car. Snow was swirling around- just enough for a dusting, not enough to cause any problems. “You looking forward for dance class, munchkin?”
Max nodded. “Can Alec pick me up?”
“What, are you too good for your big sister?” Izzy asked.
“No,” Max said, shaking his head. “I just want Alec to pick me up today, is that okay?”
Izzy frowned. “Max, unless you have a good reason, I’m going to pick you up- it’s my job?”
Max sighed deeply, like Izzy was the greatest inconvenience a boy could ask for in a sister. “Fine.”
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