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hermionesclone · 10-04-2015, 05:50 PM

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Originally Posted by Felixir

Was 'ugh' an emotion? Because Daxton was feeling it.

This whole activity made him uncomfortable and unhappy and downright annoyed, and he had been hoping that Ancient Runes would be a class he would actually be able to learn something in. Sure, all the galdr chanting would be impossible, but he had read through the textbook and it was not all about that, so he had made the mistake of allowing himself to look forward to the lesson. Big mistake. The Headmaster was clearly some sort of cheery happy 'lets all hold hands and be friends' type of idiot, the type of idiot Daxton now had a word for: Hufflepuff.

He would have stood there seething all day, given the opportunity, but Phillip Romalotti was jumping right into it, and so Daxton did actually pay attention.

And he did hear him, of course. Daxton's ears were frustratingly sensitive at times, but usually it meant he could hear a person's quiet whispers with relative ease, especially when said person was stood right in front of him. Daxton considered the boy for a moment, raising his eyebrows an infinitesimal amount at the insinuation that he would feel the need to tell anyone, that he had anyone to tell. Whatever.

After a moment, he took his notebook out of his school bag and pushed the biro out of the spiral binding. Flipping to a new page, he wrote his own... personal something. But he was not happy about it. The only thing that made it any easier was that he could latch onto Phillip Romalotti's statement, so it did not feel like such a big revelation. It was not even that it made him sad or upset to write about; it was a just a fact, after all. It was just annoying that they had to share personal stuff (which was personal for a reason) at all.

'I have no dad.'

Daxton held up the notebook to be read. He offered no further explanation on the matter; the card asked for only one thing, and this was all it was getting. He glanced at the card as he lowered the notebook again. Okay. Next.

Phillip was still uncomfortable. VERY uncomfortable. He didn't spill the beans about this to ANYONE so why was he telling this Ravenclaw right here? And why did they have to do this task in the first place? He didn't mind the getting to know people part -- other people's secrets -- but having to share his OWN personal issues was a different matter. So WHY, BOTROS, WHY?

And WHY WASN'T DAXTON SPEAKING?!

Merlin.

Instead, the boy was pulling out some sort of notebook and scribbling in it. Confused, Phillip tried to lean in juuuuuust to check that he wasn't taking notes of PHILLIP'S statement. But there was something else being written there. Something that made him squint to try and read it because it was upside down and all.

But before long, he was SHOWN the statement himself and.......... he paused. Again. He had no dad? NONE?! Phillip shot Daxton a confused look. "You have no dad. But..." How was that POSSIBLE? Was he some sort of Muggle science experiment gone WRONG? It would explain the no talking. "... Did your mum never tell you?" What? He was curious, okay?

But his eyes caught some sign of movement so he looked towards the flashcard, only to see that the first question was vanishing. COOL. Next question, then.

'2) Do an impression of a celebrity or a professor you enjoy going to their classes the most.'

So this was a guessing game, then? HMMM. Phillip rubbed his chin as he tried to think of a celebrity -- because he didn't have a favourite professor OR class yet. But there were TONS out there. Quidditch players, actors, musicians.............. And then his mind landed on one musician in particular. One with long hair who liked to rock out.

Oh, this would be GOLD.

So, Phillip messed up his normally straight hair to try and make it look slightly messy and wavy but in a GOOD way. Did it work? He didn't know but he was counting on it. He also took off his tie and tied it around his forehead to look COOL. Like, the ULTIMATE LEVEL OF COOL. And then he started playing air guitar -- which was something he did BEST -- and generally rocking out while also singing The Dragon Inside dramatically.

Was that going to be good enough?

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hermionesclone Gladrags Mod DMC & DMAC Pogrebin Join Date: May 2009 Location: London Posts: 32,841 Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexander River Hirsch Gryffindor Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: -- x11 x11	Post #2; AR lesson activity urine trouble \| Pat's Strong Confident Other Half \| Pees Like a Champion Unicorn Racehorse Quote: Originally Posted by Felixir Was 'ugh' an emotion? Because Daxton was feeling it. This whole activity made him uncomfortable and unhappy and downright annoyed, and he had been hoping that Ancient Runes would be a class he would actually be able to learn something in. Sure, all the galdr chanting would be impossible, but he had read through the textbook and it was not all about that, so he had made the mistake of allowing himself to look forward to the lesson. Big mistake. The Headmaster was clearly some sort of cheery happy 'lets all hold hands and be friends' type of idiot, the type of idiot Daxton now had a word for: Hufflepuff. He would have stood there seething all day, given the opportunity, but Phillip Romalotti was jumping right into it, and so Daxton did actually pay attention. And he did hear him, of course. Daxton's ears were frustratingly sensitive at times, but usually it meant he could hear a person's quiet whispers with relative ease, especially when said person was stood right in front of him. Daxton considered the boy for a moment, raising his eyebrows an infinitesimal amount at the insinuation that he would feel the need to tell anyone, that he had anyone to tell. Whatever. After a moment, he took his notebook out of his school bag and pushed the biro out of the spiral binding. Flipping to a new page, he wrote his own... personal something. But he was not happy about it. The only thing that made it any easier was that he could latch onto Phillip Romalotti's statement, so it did not feel like such a big revelation. It was not even that it made him sad or upset to write about; it was a just a fact, after all. It was just annoying that they had to share personal stuff (which was personal for a reason) at all. 'I have no dad.' Daxton held up the notebook to be read. He offered no further explanation on the matter; the card asked for only one thing, and this was all it was getting. He glanced at the card as he lowered the notebook again. Okay. Next. Phillip was still uncomfortable. VERY uncomfortable. He didn't spill the beans about this to ANYONE so why was he telling this Ravenclaw right here? And why did they have to do this task in the first place? He didn't mind the getting to know people part -- other people's secrets -- but having to share his OWN personal issues was a different matter. So WHY, BOTROS, WHY? And WHY WASN'T DAXTON SPEAKING?! Merlin. Instead, the boy was pulling out some sort of notebook and scribbling in it. Confused, Phillip tried to lean in juuuuuust to check that he wasn't taking notes of PHILLIP'S statement. But there was something else being written there. Something that made him squint to try and read it because it was upside down and all. But before long, he was SHOWN the statement himself and.......... he paused. Again. He had no dad? NONE?! Phillip shot Daxton a confused look. "You have no dad. But..." How was that POSSIBLE? Was he some sort of Muggle science experiment gone WRONG? It would explain the no talking. "... Did your mum never tell you?" What? He was curious, okay? But his eyes caught some sign of movement so he looked towards the flashcard, only to see that the first question was vanishing. COOL. Next question, then. '2) Do an impression of a celebrity or a professor you enjoy going to their classes the most.' So this was a guessing game, then? HMMM. Phillip rubbed his chin as he tried to think of a celebrity -- because he didn't have a favourite professor OR class yet. But there were TONS out there. Quidditch players, actors, musicians.............. And then his mind landed on one musician in particular. One with long hair who liked to rock out. Oh, this would be GOLD. So, Phillip messed up his normally straight hair to try and make it look slightly messy and wavy but in a GOOD way. Did it work? He didn't know but he was counting on it. He also took off his tie and tied it around his forehead to look COOL. Like, the ULTIMATE LEVEL OF COOL. And then he started playing air guitar -- which was something he did BEST -- and generally rocking out while also singing The Dragon Inside dramatically. Was that going to be good enough? __________________