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BanaBatGirl · 08-25-2015, 09:45 PM

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Originally Posted by Felixir

You didn't need keen ears to know when one of these compartment doors was being slid open. They made a very obvious noise; not the kind of sound that was offensive to Daxton's nerves, but he knew it would very easily become so if he heard it enough.

He looked up from his book - a very pre-owned History of Magic textbook - to see who it was, half expecting to see one of the frankly alarming number of Hogwarts students he'd already met on his trips to Diagon Alley. He felt no small amount of nervousness at the prospect... most of the kids he had already met were completely unfathomable and downright bizarre.

But Daxton saw a boy he didn't recognise, and instead he felt the fear of what he did know be replaced by an uncertainty about what he did not. He didn't greet the other boy back other than with a simple nod of the head - though his notebook was tucked down the side of his leg, pinned between himself and the wall just in case he felt like talking to someone.

He shrugged in response to the other boy's question, honestly not knowing if he was excited or not. If 'anxious' counted as being excited, then he was, but he wasn't entirely sure that that was right.

Daxton regarded the boy for a moment, taking him in, from his shoes to his hair to his glasses; he didn't need to look directly at his eyes to see how bright a blue they were. He found himself wanting to ask the other boy questions, mainly about Hogwarts, and mainly because knowing more about what was coming might make it easier to handle, but he suddenly found that he couldn't force himself to bring his notebook out and ask, so just sat there, locked into place by his cursed anxiety and watching the other boy, hoping that he might just start spouting information of his own accord. This was not something he had ever hoped would happen before.

The book was one of their assigned texts, Davie recognized it now. Was it worn from this boy's diligent study or from being passed down from generation to generation though? He could almost hear the nagging voice of his mother saying he wouldn't know unless he stayed here and attempted to make a new friend, so stay he did. As Davie plopped down across from the reading boy, he reached into his pocket to pull out a licorice wand, actually, two licorice wands, in case the other boy wanted one.

He took a bite out of the first and waited to see if the other kid would respond to his question about Hogwarts. No? He was not excited? All he got back was a shrug. Davie didn't mind though. He wasn't a big talker himself. "Wand a licorice wand?" he said instead, offering him the uneaten, unwrapped one. After a small pause, to be polite, Davie added, "I'm going to be a first year too. I mean, I think you're reading our textbook, which is very informative but not recently updated, in my opinion." It didn't have anything about the last fifty or so years of the school's story, the coolest years (again in his little opinion) because his parents had gone there and taught there during that time.

"Is History your favorite subject?" he tried again, just in case the boy needed a break from his ambitious study of their school.

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BanaBatGirl Banshee Join Date: May 2007 Location: Gotham Posts: 51,213 Hogwarts RPG Name: TBD Gryffindor Hogwarts RPG Name: Zara H. Bunbury-Foster Slytherin Fifth Year	Professor Pink \| Mrs. Bruce Wayne \| I'm on a Goat \| Glitterpuff \| Dumbledore's Defense Squad \| BHB Quote: Originally Posted by Felixir You didn't need keen ears to know when one of these compartment doors was being slid open. They made a very obvious noise; not the kind of sound that was offensive to Daxton's nerves, but he knew it would very easily become so if he heard it enough. He looked up from his book - a very pre-owned History of Magic textbook - to see who it was, half expecting to see one of the frankly alarming number of Hogwarts students he'd already met on his trips to Diagon Alley. He felt no small amount of nervousness at the prospect... most of the kids he had already met were completely unfathomable and downright bizarre. But Daxton saw a boy he didn't recognise, and instead he felt the fear of what he did know be replaced by an uncertainty about what he did not. He didn't greet the other boy back other than with a simple nod of the head - though his notebook was tucked down the side of his leg, pinned between himself and the wall just in case he felt like talking to someone. He shrugged in response to the other boy's question, honestly not knowing if he was excited or not. If 'anxious' counted as being excited, then he was, but he wasn't entirely sure that that was right. Daxton regarded the boy for a moment, taking him in, from his shoes to his hair to his glasses; he didn't need to look directly at his eyes to see how bright a blue they were. He found himself wanting to ask the other boy questions, mainly about Hogwarts, and mainly because knowing more about what was coming might make it easier to handle, but he suddenly found that he couldn't force himself to bring his notebook out and ask, so just sat there, locked into place by his cursed anxiety and watching the other boy, hoping that he might just start spouting information of his own accord. This was not something he had ever hoped would happen before. The book was one of their assigned texts, Davie recognized it now. Was it worn from this boy's diligent study or from being passed down from generation to generation though? He could almost hear the nagging voice of his mother saying he wouldn't know unless he stayed here and attempted to make a new friend, so stay he did. As Davie plopped down across from the reading boy, he reached into his pocket to pull out a licorice wand, actually, two licorice wands, in case the other boy wanted one. He took a bite out of the first and waited to see if the other kid would respond to his question about Hogwarts. No? He was not excited? All he got back was a shrug. Davie didn't mind though. He wasn't a big talker himself. "Wand a licorice wand?" he said instead, offering him the uneaten, unwrapped one. After a small pause, to be polite, Davie added, "I'm going to be a first year too. I mean, I think you're reading our textbook, which is very informative but not recently updated, in my opinion." It didn't have anything about the last fifty or so years of the school's story, the coolest years (again in his little opinion) because his parents had gone there and taught there during that time. "Is History your favorite subject?" he tried again, just in case the boy needed a break from his ambitious study of their school. __________________ yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________ __________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind