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hermionesclone · 10-04-2015, 08:49 PM

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Originally Posted by Felixir

To Phillip Romalotti's question, Daxton only gave a shrug. To answer in detail would be to reveal more about himself than he was comfortable doing, and that was not going to happen. The Romalotti boy could keep guessing; no doubt one of Charlotte Kettleburn's rumours would get to him and he could draw his own (incorrect) conclusions.

Peeking at the next prompt at the same time as the Slytherin, Daxton would have completely deadpanned, were it not for the fact that he was permanently in the 'deadpan' expression.

An impression... of a celebrity or professor. Multiple problems with this one. One being that Daxton did not really know of any celebrities, not right at this moment, at least. Another problem was the fact that he did not have the slightest idea how he was supposed to do an impression. He did not really know enough about how people operated to know how to emulate them.

Though... Phillip Romalotti did not seem to be having much trouble. Daxton watched him, blinking, taking half a step back when the boy started warbling one song or another, a song Daxton did not recognised. He watched the other boy warily for a moment, but did not join him with the impersonations. Instead he wrote something new on his notebook, and held it up for the other boy to see when he was done... doing whatever.

'Next.'

As in, it was time to move on to the next prompt.

As in, Daxton had no interest in making himself look like an idiot.

You know, Phillip thought that by doing his impression of his celebrity, Daxton would be scribbling down in his notebook to guess who it was. It would be like charades but different because Phillip was ACTUALLY talking. But did any of that happen? NO. The boy wasn't even impressed with his AWESOME air guitar skills. Can you believe that?

Sigh. Was it THAT hard to guess who West Odessa was?

Shaking his head and making a mental note to introduce this boy to, you know, COOL AND HIP THINGS, Phillip waited for Daxton to do his own impression. Except, THAT didn't come either. Instead, the boy only help up his notebook with the new word 'next' written on it. Uh. HELLO?! "Come ON, it says here that you have to do it as well!"

Maybe.

Aaaaaanyways. Moving on they were. The Slytherin rubbed his nose as he looked towards the next question.

'3) Admit something that worries you, or something you are afraid of.'

Really? What was it with these questions and how PERSONAL they were? He didn't want to be spilling ANYTHING to someone he hardly knew. Couldn't there be questions about, uh, telling funny stories? Interesting stories? Maybe one of epic adventures and discovering something new with a bit of rule breaking added in there? No?

Sigh. Again. "I hate the sight of blood. HATE it." As in, he was scared of something that ran through his body but he wasn't about to tell Daxton that. And speaking of, he should NOT tell anyone, okay? Look at his face. Was it intimidating enough for Daxton to keep this a secret?

"Your turn."

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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 #3; AR lesson activity urine trouble \| Pat's Strong Confident Other Half \| Pees Like a Champion Unicorn Racehorse Quote: Originally Posted by Felixir To Phillip Romalotti's question, Daxton only gave a shrug. To answer in detail would be to reveal more about himself than he was comfortable doing, and that was not going to happen. The Romalotti boy could keep guessing; no doubt one of Charlotte Kettleburn's rumours would get to him and he could draw his own (incorrect) conclusions. Peeking at the next prompt at the same time as the Slytherin, Daxton would have completely deadpanned, were it not for the fact that he was permanently in the 'deadpan' expression. An impression... of a celebrity or professor. Multiple problems with this one. One being that Daxton did not really know of any celebrities, not right at this moment, at least. Another problem was the fact that he did not have the slightest idea how he was supposed to do an impression. He did not really know enough about how people operated to know how to emulate them. Though... Phillip Romalotti did not seem to be having much trouble. Daxton watched him, blinking, taking half a step back when the boy started warbling one song or another, a song Daxton did not recognised. He watched the other boy warily for a moment, but did not join him with the impersonations. Instead he wrote something new on his notebook, and held it up for the other boy to see when he was done... doing whatever. 'Next.' As in, it was time to move on to the next prompt. As in, Daxton had no interest in making himself look like an idiot. You know, Phillip thought that by doing his impression of his celebrity, Daxton would be scribbling down in his notebook to guess who it was. It would be like charades but different because Phillip was ACTUALLY talking. But did any of that happen? NO. The boy wasn't even impressed with his AWESOME air guitar skills. Can you believe that? Sigh. Was it THAT hard to guess who West Odessa was? Shaking his head and making a mental note to introduce this boy to, you know, COOL AND HIP THINGS, Phillip waited for Daxton to do his own impression. Except, THAT didn't come either. Instead, the boy only help up his notebook with the new word 'next' written on it. Uh. HELLO?! "Come ON, it says here that you have to do it as well!" Maybe. Aaaaaanyways. Moving on they were. The Slytherin rubbed his nose as he looked towards the next question. '3) Admit something that worries you, or something you are afraid of.' Really? What was it with these questions and how PERSONAL they were? He didn't want to be spilling ANYTHING to someone he hardly knew. Couldn't there be questions about, uh, telling funny stories? Interesting stories? Maybe one of epic adventures and discovering something new with a bit of rule breaking added in there? No? Sigh. Again. "I hate the sight of blood. HATE it." As in, he was scared of something that ran through his body but he wasn't about to tell Daxton that. And speaking of, he should NOT tell anyone, okay? Look at his face. Was it intimidating enough for Daxton to keep this a secret? "Your turn." __________________ Last edited by hermionesclone; 10-04-2015 at 11:26 PM.