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Felixir · 08-25-2015, 01:25 PM

SPOILER!!: RUDE :O

The fact that Genny Tate had sat there gaping like a fish at his response had Daxton puzzling over what could have elicited such a reaction. Especially when she gave him that look again. Twice. He was about to check his notebook to work out what she was reacting to, despite the fact that he could remember exactly what he'd written, but she was already starting to write a response so he held the notebook still instead. Genny Tate's handwriting, though readable, was really quite awful. The steadier he held it (and he wasn't about to let it go), the neater his notebook would stay.

... Not that that mattered for very long. Because she was suddenly and inexplicably scribbling all over the page, pressing the pen down so hard he felt sure she would rip the paper.

Daxton yanked the notebook away from her in outrage, but the damage was already done and Genny Tate was leaving, her footsteps much heavier than when she had arrived. Once again, her anger was lost on the boy who was now closely inspecting his sullied notebook. The page had creased but not torn but it was still ruined, looking like a toddler had managed to attack it with a biro (speaking of which, Daxton's pen hadn't been returned, but he was far too preoccupied to care about that right now).

Now well and truly fuming about his notebook, Daxton scowled. On top of the state of that, his questions about owl mail had gone unanswered and he was utterly confused about what had just happened, and being confused only really led to anger for Daxton Prince. He wanted to go and find Genny Tate now and throw the notebook at her head, except then he would have no notebook at all and also he didn't know where she was anyway.

Luckily, his attention was taken by another matter before he had the chance to inevitably think up a smarter plan. From a short way down the street, Daxton heard his name being called. He looked up to see his mum, out of the book shop but not carrying anything with her, and so he stood and went off to join her, shoving his notebook and pen back in his pocket and glowering all the way.

08-25-2015, 01:25 PM	#165 (permalink)
Felixir Book Club Mod Alley Proprietor Banshee Join Date: Dec 2008 Location: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Posts: 50,137 Hogwarts RPG Name: Charlie Upstead Gryffindor Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Aurelio Kaiser Slytherin Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexei Petrov Slytherin First Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Ezekiel Ransom-Kruus Ollivanders x12 x12	Lovely™ \| Captain Hurted \| Ariana's Bane \| Resident Antagonist \| Unparalleled Delight SPOILER!!: RUDE :O Quote: Originally Posted by Magical Soul Genny waited for Daxton to write his answers on the next new page. Thankfully for that because she didn't want her eyes to be burned by that Quidditch conversation. It didn't take him long to hand her back the notebook-- well, he was clutching it tightly and obviously didn't want her to put it on her knees and deliver her best handwriting. Fiiiine. He was going to suffer her ugly handwriting. ... or not. Genny's mouth hung open at his first ~~truthful~~ sentence. SHE was ignorant?? Did he call her that?? He was the one who didn't know anything about anything! She glared at him for a second before reading on. And he basically said she didn't know how to make her own opinions, ISN'T THAT WHAT HE MEANT? She glared at him again, longer this time. Good thing was he knew he was not normal or cool or fun. GOOD. That gave her some satisfaction (for about three seconds in which she flipped her braid over her shoulder in a sassy manner), but then the guilt kicked in and she wanted to tell him that he looked quite normal to her ~~but not cool or fun~~. It was sad if someone had this opinion of themselves, Genny wondered why Daxton thought so. Did anyone tell him that? She would've rolled her eyes and answered his owling questions if she wasn't barely keeping her boiling mood at bay. Because she was not ignorant! She was being super helpful and nice! Genny let him hold the notebook and started writing in a very rushed manner. 'I am NOT ignorant. I can't believe you'd say that after everything I told you. I hope yo' But then she scribbled on the entire page angrily because writing when you were angry was just stupid. She jumped to her feet then, gave him one last glare and stomped off. GOOD LUCK IN HOGWARTS, NOTEBOOK BOY. The fact that Genny Tate had sat there gaping like a fish at his response had Daxton puzzling over what could have elicited such a reaction. Especially when she gave him that look again. Twice. He was about to check his notebook to work out what she was reacting to, despite the fact that he could remember exactly what he'd written, but she was already starting to write a response so he held the notebook still instead. Genny Tate's handwriting, though readable, was really quite awful. The steadier he held it (and he wasn't about to let it go), the neater his notebook would stay. ... Not that that mattered for very long. Because she was suddenly and inexplicably scribbling all over the page, pressing the pen down so hard he felt sure she would rip the paper. Daxton yanked the notebook away from her in outrage, but the damage was already done and Genny Tate was leaving, her footsteps much heavier than when she had arrived. Once again, her anger was lost on the boy who was now closely inspecting his sullied notebook. The page had creased but not torn but it was still ruined, looking like a toddler had managed to attack it with a biro (speaking of which, Daxton's pen hadn't been returned, but he was far too preoccupied to care about that right now). Now well and truly fuming about his notebook, Daxton scowled. On top of the state of that, his questions about owl mail had gone unanswered and he was utterly confused about what had just happened, and being confused only really led to anger for Daxton Prince. He wanted to go and find Genny Tate now and throw the notebook at her head, except then he would have no notebook at all and also he didn't know where she was anyway. Luckily, his attention was taken by another matter before he had the chance to inevitably think up a smarter plan. From a short way down the street, Daxton heard his name being called. He looked up to see his mum, out of the book shop but not carrying anything with her, and so he stood and went off to join her, shoving his notebook and pen back in his pocket and glowering all the way. __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Chocolate!