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BanaBatGirl · 08-28-2015, 02:51 AM

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Originally Posted by Felixir

At first, Daxton didn't respond in any obvious way; David Truebridge's phrasing had been confusing and slightly redundant. For one thing, Daxton didn't want to talk about anything, because he couldn't, and also he probably wouldn't want to even if he could. For another, they had already established that Hogwarts was the topic of interest. So he just waited.

And waiting paid off. It turned out that David Truebridge was easily the most useful person Daxton had encountered so far. He was the first to go into any real depth about the Houses, and the first to reveal that trying on the Sorting Hat was done while sat in front of everyone. Just the thought of that sent a ripple of terror through Daxton; he hated being the centre of attention, though it happened a lot more often than he liked. This news gave him time to prepare himself, or to find a way around the matter. If he were a politer boy, more concerned with what was socially appropriate, he might have thanked David Truebridge for that.

The rest of it was all very interesting, and there was a lot of information, but Daxton had an extremely reliable memory and so simply filed it all away to mull over later, especially all that about the Slytherin Head of House, in case he ended up there. Daxton supposed it didn't matter what he knew about the Houses; theoretically, he should be placed in the House that suited him best no matter what he knew about them. But he still wanted to know as much as he could. Knowledge, after all, was power.

The way David Truebridge told it, it sounded like Daxton was most fitted for Ravenclaw. He was smart, and he knew it, and he liked to read more than anything in the world. He had actually already read through his History textbook and mentally worked out profiles of famous witches and wizards and attempted to work out some sort of correlation between the houses they were sorted into and common traits that kept appearing. According to that, he fitted in with Slytherin wizards as well as Ravenclaws too, and a couple of Gryffindors. But it was all very vague work, and based on his incredibly limited resources, and he wasn't going to share all of that right now because it would take too much time. Also, it sounded like a lot of his deductions were wrong, because what he was hearing now about Slytherin didn't match up for him at all. He didn't much fancy sharing a theory where he risked turning out to be totally wrong, and looking like an idiot.

No, instead, Daxton went back to the page where he'd written his last message to David Truebridge, quickly but neatly added more to it, and turned the notebook back to him again.

'Astronomy. His name is Airey Flamsteed. I met him. He came to my house when I turned eleven. He is a nut.

What do you get if you win points? Trophies are boring, especially if you have to share with everyone. Do you get anything else? Do you lose points too? What happens to you if you do?

Do you know how to catch a ghost?'

Well his audience wasn't bored yet. Davie could get used to this, this talking-and-explaining thing. Daxton Prince was still bright-eyed and nodding now and then, or at least when Davie asked him something that required an answer that didn't have to be written down.

"Yes, that's the guy," he responded instead to the other boy's writing. No comment about whether he was or was not a nut, however, as Davie preferred to defer judgment until he actually met someone. Hmm, as for his first question... "I'm pretty sure it's just a pride, glory, and trophy kind of thing. Like a bragging point for the next school year." Yes, you could definitely lose points, so Davie nodded to that. "If you're late or unruly or disrespectful, you can lose points. Some kids lost points and got detention for being out-of-bounds a few terms back...." One of which had died in the process. And he'd heard ALL about it, since they were in the Forbidden Forest and his mum had helped with the detentions. So Daxton probably didn't want to do that, okay?

He tilted his head at the last question, which almost sounded like a riddle. "In theory there's a way to trap a ghost, in a runic circle, with some ancient spells... but I've never done it." And he didn't have much of an interest in doing so, to be honest. Davie had to know, though, since he was giving out all this information: "Why don't you like talking out loud, Daxton?" Davie was a nice kid, a friendly kid. He wasn't loud or obtuse. He could be easy to talk to, instead of just listen to.

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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 At first, Daxton didn't respond in any obvious way; David Truebridge's phrasing had been confusing and slightly redundant. For one thing, Daxton didn't want to talk about anything, because he couldn't, and also he probably wouldn't want to even if he could. For another, they had already established that Hogwarts was the topic of interest. So he just waited. And waiting paid off. It turned out that David Truebridge was easily the most useful person Daxton had encountered so far. He was the first to go into any real depth about the Houses, and the first to reveal that trying on the Sorting Hat was done while sat in front of everyone. Just the thought of that sent a ripple of terror through Daxton; he hated being the centre of attention, though it happened a lot more often than he liked. This news gave him time to prepare himself, or to find a way around the matter. If he were a politer boy, more concerned with what was socially appropriate, he might have thanked David Truebridge for that. The rest of it was all very interesting, and there was a lot of information, but Daxton had an extremely reliable memory and so simply filed it all away to mull over later, especially all that about the Slytherin Head of House, in case he ended up there. Daxton supposed it didn't matter what he knew about the Houses; theoretically, he should be placed in the House that suited him best no matter what he knew about them. But he still wanted to know as much as he could. Knowledge, after all, was power. The way David Truebridge told it, it sounded like Daxton was most fitted for Ravenclaw. He was smart, and he knew it, and he liked to read more than anything in the world. He had actually already read through his History textbook and mentally worked out profiles of famous witches and wizards and attempted to work out some sort of correlation between the houses they were sorted into and common traits that kept appearing. According to that, he fitted in with Slytherin wizards as well as Ravenclaws too, and a couple of Gryffindors. But it was all very vague work, and based on his incredibly limited resources, and he wasn't going to share all of that right now because it would take too much time. Also, it sounded like a lot of his deductions were wrong, because what he was hearing now about Slytherin didn't match up for him at all. He didn't much fancy sharing a theory where he risked turning out to be totally wrong, and looking like an idiot. No, instead, Daxton went back to the page where he'd written his last message to David Truebridge, quickly but neatly added more to it, and turned the notebook back to him again. 'Astronomy. His name is Airey Flamsteed. I met him. He came to my house when I turned eleven. He is a nut. What do you get if you win points? Trophies are boring, especially if you have to share with everyone. Do you get anything else? Do you lose points too? What happens to you if you do? Do you know how to catch a ghost?' Well his audience wasn't bored yet. Davie could get used to this, this talking-and-explaining thing. Daxton Prince was still bright-eyed and nodding now and then, or at least when Davie asked him something that required an answer that didn't have to be written down. "Yes, that's the guy," he responded instead to the other boy's writing. No comment about whether he was or was not a nut, however, as Davie preferred to defer judgment until he actually met someone. Hmm, as for his first question... "I'm pretty sure it's just a pride, glory, and trophy kind of thing. Like a bragging point for the next school year." Yes, you could definitely lose points, so Davie nodded to that. "If you're late or unruly or disrespectful, you can lose points. Some kids lost points and got detention for being out-of-bounds a few terms back...." One of which had died in the process. And he'd heard ALL about it, since they were in the Forbidden Forest and his mum had helped with the detentions. So Daxton probably didn't want to do that, okay? He tilted his head at the last question, which almost sounded like a riddle. "In theory there's a way to trap a ghost, in a runic circle, with some ancient spells... but I've never done it." And he didn't have much of an interest in doing so, to be honest. Davie had to know, though, since he was giving out all this information: "Why don't you like talking out loud, Daxton?" Davie was a nice kid, a friendly kid. He wasn't loud or obtuse. He could be easy to talk to, instead of just listen to. __________________ yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________ __________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind