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Felixir · 09-13-2015, 05:56 AM

SPOILER!!: Dakest

Being laughed at was now such a familiar situation for Daxton that it barely even bothered him, and he did not visibly acknowledge it at all. Though he was, nevertheless, curious as to why Dakest was laughing at him.

Cooking. Gross. All sorts of... of food and revolting smells and touching things with weird textures and colours and consistencies and dealing with a kitchen at a high temperature and all those unpleasant things. In short, a sensory nightmare. In their bungalow back home, Daxton hated it even when his mum cooked in the kitchen and he stayed in his room. There was no door on his bedroom - the result of what he now knew was accidental (or... maybe not-so-accidental) magic - and the curtain that hung there instead did nothing to keep the smell of food at bay. It turned his stomach just thinking about it.

So he simply nodded, only vaguely registering the extra information because it did not affect him in the slightest, and quickly scanned through the contents page of the book he now held, and then the first page of the introduction. He would have kept going too, were it not for Dakest's statement, which caused his eyes to flicker up for just a second.

He could take this? Read it? There was no need to even consider the offer; Daxton was already nodding his head 'yes' - no 'thank you' or anything of the sort. He looked up again and spared the professor another look that lasted a good few moments this time, like he was trying to work the man out - which was, in fact, exactly what he was doing. If Daxton came to any sort of conclusion, it did not register on his face. He looked back down at the book, and carried on reading.

Dakest had told him that he could, and Daxton saw no reason why he could not start right here, right now. The man before him would surely stand there and wait until he was done, and then they could talk. About the book, and about the topics that had piqued Daxton's interest and brought him here in the first place.

Surely.

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Felixir Forum Manager Book Club Mod Alley Proprietor Banshee Join Date: Dec 2008 Location: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Posts: 50,161 Hogwarts RPG Name: Charlie Upstead Gryffindor Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Aurelio Kaiser Slytherin Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexei Petrov Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Yves Flamel Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Achilles Zacharias Ravenclaw Third Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Ezekiel Ransom-Kruus Ollivanders x12 x12	Lovely™ \| Captain Hurted \| Ariana's Bane \| Resident Antagonist \| Unparalleled Delight SPOILER!!: Dakest Quote: Originally Posted by Tazenhani Not diseased. "Good. That's very good." Would have meant a trip to the infirmary, and that would have undoubtly resulted in bursting the kid's personal bubble. So, very good. They could keep the drama to a minimum. An apparently silent minimum. Not that Sabel really minded. It was an intriuging change from most students that ended up in the waiting area. A dead silence, compared to the normally verbose and non-ceasing jibber-jabber of excitment. It meant he had to be more alert for the subtle notes of conversation which registered in facial expressions and small gestures. An intriguing and welcome change indeed. A small smile worked it's way onto Sabel's lips as the boy took the offered book. Seemed that the kid had an interest, or perhaps he simply didn't know what wizarding chess was. Or, he'd never seen a book before. Or he couldn't read. Alright, so not having verbal cues made things a little more difficult. The possibility of not being able to read was quickly crossed of the list of possibilites however, when the kid made the most disgusted look at the cookbook. Sabel couldn't help the laughter that spilled out. "My turn to cook this week." It was an explanation that perhaps the kid didn't need or want, but there it was. Below that book, if the kid had bothered to look a bit longer, might have been subjects of more intrigue. [b]'Thestrals, A Creature of the Selective'[/i] and 'The Terrors of Night, Dark Wizards and Witches of Note' were both tucked under the cookbook. "Tell you what, I've got these ones I have to get through. Why don't you have a read through that one, and when your done you can let me know if it's worth my time or not." Being laughed at was now such a familiar situation for Daxton that it barely even bothered him, and he did not visibly acknowledge it at all. Though he was, nevertheless, curious as to why Dakest was laughing at him. Cooking. Gross. All sorts of... of food and revolting smells and touching things with weird textures and colours and consistencies and dealing with a kitchen at a high temperature and all those unpleasant things. In short, a sensory nightmare. In their bungalow back home, Daxton hated it even when his mum cooked in the kitchen and he stayed in his room. There was no door on his bedroom - the result of what he now knew was accidental (or... maybe not-so-accidental) magic - and the curtain that hung there instead did nothing to keep the smell of food at bay. It turned his stomach just thinking about it. So he simply nodded, only vaguely registering the extra information because it did not affect him in the slightest, and quickly scanned through the contents page of the book he now held, and then the first page of the introduction. He would have kept going too, were it not for Dakest's statement, which caused his eyes to flicker up for just a second. He could take this? Read it? There was no need to even consider the offer; Daxton was already nodding his head 'yes' - no 'thank you' or anything of the sort. He looked up again and spared the professor another look that lasted a good few moments this time, like he was trying to work the man out - which was, in fact, exactly what he was doing. If Daxton came to any sort of conclusion, it did not register on his face. He looked back down at the book, and carried on reading. Dakest had told him that he could, and Daxton saw no reason why he could not start right here, right now. The man before him would surely stand there and wait until he was done, and then they could talk. About the book, and about the topics that had piqued Daxton's interest and brought him here in the first place. Surely. __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Chocolate!