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While I do not usually enforce a dress code in my classes, I would ask that all of you adhere to a full standard in this hall.
Daxton furrowed his brow in mild confusion. Who was that addressed to? He might have thought it was him, as the statement seemed to follow a lengthy look in his direction, but Dakest had not actually been looking at him as he spoke. The Ravenclaw followed his gaze, glancing at everyone else, then looked back at Dakest.
Of course, in Daxton's mind, he had followed to dress code, in a roundabout way, had brought along the mandatory shoes and socks and everything. So, seeing no reason that it might have been directed at him, Daxton shrugged off the statement as just one of those redundant things people said sometimes, and continued simply sitting and waiting for the meeting to start, shoes still beside him.
And it was not a long wait at all. As soon as Dakest magicked the doors closed and started the meeting, Daxton started paying even closer attention, if that were possible, committing everything to memory. The impassive, almost bored expression did not leave his face, despite the fact that he was now the very opposite of bored.
He looked briefly over at the armour, the duelling attire, and at last Daxton's expression did changed. Though the idea of looking the part was all very well and good, that armour looked like it would make him overheat, and overheat badly. It looked heavy. It looked much more cumbersome than his shoes. Could he find a way to not wear it, seeing as how he would not be taking part in the tournament? Probably not. Daxton needed to find a way to work out how to cast cooling charms, and fast. He would, at the very least, now own some attire - even on loan - that would fit him much better than the majority of his other clothing, but what good would that be if wearing it potentially made it impossible for him to function.
His gaze lingered on the armour a little longer, and when Daxton looked back at Dakest, he was already on the topic of duels.
Up will be down, down will be up...
What? What? What the heck was Dakest going on about? Was he insinuating that duels were regularly fought in a situation were both combatants were somehow completely inverted? Hanging upside down? At once, Daxton got a mental image, so ridiculous and bizarre he thought that that could not possibly be right, but he had no time to ruminate in it because the topic had quickly moved on to bowing. Daxton had read about this, but had been hoping they would not be bowing in the club. It served no real purpose, considering Duelling Club was basically learning to duel and learning to stay alive, in the long term goals, and what did bowing have anything to do with that? Daxton did not want to bow to anyone, and he wanted to know why they apparently had to.
In fact, when Dakest asked if they had any questions, Daxton found his brain was positively teeming with them. So many questions that even if he could verbalise them, he would never know which to ask first. The Ravenclaw frowned slightly, screwing up his face a minuscule amount as he took this gap in the lecture to concentrate on going over all the information he had memorised, to answer his own questions. He said nothing.
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Last edited by Felixir; 10-08-2015 at 02:26 PM.
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