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BanaBatGirl · 08-29-2015, 08:04 PM

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Originally Posted by Felixir

Daxton mulled over that for a moment. Pride and glory, more things that were completely lost on him. He'd never had or achieved anything he felt was worth bragging about either, so, again, another thing that didn't make much sense to him. The fact that those things, along with winning a shared trophy, were the only incentives for winning points... well, it was baffling. Unless the points were the incentive, but that was even stranger still. It was intriguing; something else to think on later.

Rolling both the liquorice wand and his pen between his palms, Daxton began to think quite seriously about the ghost trap idea. He was just wondering how something like that might work, logistically speaking, when David Truebridge's question caught his attention.

It was a question he'd heard dozens of times, which meant he already had a page in his notebook with the full answer written out. But it was an answer he very rarely chose to provide, as it tended to prompt annoying comments and stupid questions from people who didn't understand. Last time that happened, the person Daxton was talking to ended up getting smacked around the head with the notebook. Not out of anger, but as a last resort to try to get the kid to leave him alone. It had worked.

Continuing on the current page, Daxton wrote the next message and turned the notebook around for the other boy to read.

'Something in my brain doesn't let me talk to people. If I want to say something, I write it. I can communicate using my hands, but most people don't understand it.'

Daxton eyed David Truebridge carefully. He thought him smart, yes, but didn't expect him to know something as specific as sign language. He tended not to expect it of anyone, as life was much less disappointing when he lowered his expectations of those around him.

Hmm, Daxton was nonverbal because of something in his brain. Interesting. Davie wondered if a Healer like his uncle might be able to fix that for him, but he would never wonder that aloud. He also (mistakenly) assumed that Daxton just meant he gestured to talk with his hands, since he had no knowledge of Muggle sign language.

"Well," he responded finally, "at least you'll never lose points for talking out of turn." He smiled a little at the boy, even though he was thinking of how frustrating it must be to not talk whenever you wanted to, and how maybe Daxton wouldn't be able to show how smart he is in class because he'll probably never raise his hand.

But those were thoughts for another time, if they got to know each other better. "Did you have more questions about Hogwarts?" David asked instead, thinking that if not, he might head down to the food trolley.

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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 Daxton mulled over that for a moment. Pride and glory, more things that were completely lost on him. He'd never had or achieved anything he felt was worth bragging about either, so, again, another thing that didn't make much sense to him. The fact that those things, along with winning a shared trophy, were the only incentives for winning points... well, it was baffling. Unless the points were the incentive, but that was even stranger still. It was intriguing; something else to think on later. Rolling both the liquorice wand and his pen between his palms, Daxton began to think quite seriously about the ghost trap idea. He was just wondering how something like that might work, logistically speaking, when David Truebridge's question caught his attention. It was a question he'd heard dozens of times, which meant he already had a page in his notebook with the full answer written out. But it was an answer he very rarely chose to provide, as it tended to prompt annoying comments and stupid questions from people who didn't understand. Last time that happened, the person Daxton was talking to ended up getting smacked around the head with the notebook. Not out of anger, but as a last resort to try to get the kid to leave him alone. It had worked. Continuing on the current page, Daxton wrote the next message and turned the notebook around for the other boy to read. 'Something in my brain doesn't let me talk to people. If I want to say something, I write it. I can communicate using my hands, but most people don't understand it.' Daxton eyed David Truebridge carefully. He thought him smart, yes, but didn't expect him to know something as specific as sign language. He tended not to expect it of anyone, as life was much less disappointing when he lowered his expectations of those around him. Hmm, Daxton was nonverbal because of something in his brain. Interesting. Davie wondered if a Healer like his uncle might be able to fix that for him, but he would never wonder that aloud. He also (mistakenly) assumed that Daxton just meant he gestured to talk with his hands, since he had no knowledge of Muggle sign language. "Well," he responded finally, "at least you'll never lose points for talking out of turn." He smiled a little at the boy, even though he was thinking of how frustrating it must be to not talk whenever you wanted to, and how maybe Daxton wouldn't be able to show how smart he is in class because he'll probably never raise his hand. But those were thoughts for another time, if they got to know each other better. "Did you have more questions about Hogwarts?" David asked instead, thinking that if not, he might head down to the food trolley. __________________ yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________ __________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind