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Felixir · 09-20-2015, 07:57 AM

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Originally Posted by Nordic Witch

Turning his eyes to Daxton, he could have guessed on a hundred reasons for the eleven year old boys wish to leave the event. He would never had guessed on what came up on a fresh page of the boys notebook.

Hating people...Hating noise and food.

Staring he opened his mouth several times to respond but then closed it again. Sipping on his chocolate Leo gathered his thoughts. When he finally responded he hoped that the surprise he was feeling didn't colour his voice or body language too much. "I'm sorry to hear that but hate is such a strong word for someone that is still growing up. We want every student that goes to Hogwarts to be happy and get along with their peers and professors. Is there anything I can do to make your stay at Hogwarts and in Ravenclaw easier?" Sweet Merlin. Leo hoped he had said and reacted appropriately. He had not expected this. Especially from an 11 year old boy.

Once he had allowed what he considered to be ample time for Kitridge to read his reply (but was really only maybe a second or two), Daxton lowered the notebook again and set it down on his knees. His Head of House seemed to be trying to do some sort of impression of a goldfish, the way he kept opening and closing his mouth like that. Daxton (who was so used to people responding to him in such a way that he considered it just another regular thing that people did that he just did not understand, like handshakes) took the time to look around the office properly, taking in all the sights he could see from his position in the chair. It really was very warm in here, too. How did the man stand it?

At last, Kitridge spoke again and Daxton directed his gaze back in his general direction. What he said was puzzling, though. Hate was a strong word? Was it though? Daxton believed that 'hate' perhaps wasn't strong enough for what he felt, but before he had time to argue semantics, the rest of Kitridge's words had taken all of his attention.

Daxton shook his head vehemently, because no. He hated accepting help more even more than he admitted needing it, which rarely ever happened if he could help it. In his eleven-year-old wisdom he had already come to the conclusion it was much better, much safer, to go things alone and rely on nobody. Even when his mother had accepted the Hogwarts hardship fund so that they could buy his pre-owned books and uniform and the like for school, Daxton had been furious. He did not need anyone, he did not need their help.

The nod was all the answer he saw fit to give, and so Daxton then found himself intrigued by what Rea was saying, about eating animals. He did not look at her, but instead at the fire, face expressionless while he listened in and quickly decided that she was talking total rubbish.

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