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There were two significant things about the meeting being held this evening. One of those being that socks and shoes were mandatory. That was a word Daxton disliked, perhaps even more than he disliked wearing socks and/or shoes. But he had brought them along, his school shoes were hooked over the first two fingers of his left hand, the socks stuffed inside them. Technically he was not breaking any rules; shoes and socks were mandatory, but the Ravenclaw had seen nothing that suggested they had to wear them.
And the other significant thing? The first Duelling Club meeting was being held on Daxton's twelfth birthday, 13th December. Which was, obviously, today. Not that he had told anyone it was his birthday, and not that he had plans to tell anyone, but it was significant to him.
Upon entering the hall, Daxton took a surveying glance around at those already here, his gaze lingering on Dakest and, more specifically, Dakest's attire. He kept his eyes on him as he crossed the room and sat on one of the benches around the perimeter, back against the wall so nobody could attempt to sneak up on him. Setting his shoes down beside him, Daxton kept his eyes mostly on the professor, considering him, though occasionally letting his gaze rove about the room. And, though he had brought along his sharp senses (how could he not? They were a curse he could not seem to be rid of) the first year's earmuffs hung about his neck, as they invariably did.
__________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You?
You are Chocolate!
Last edited by Felixir; 10-07-2015 at 06:14 PM.
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