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Felixir · 10-27-2015, 06:36 AM

Daxton was there, had slipped in at some point, and was now sat on the grass (which he had regarded with the same apprehension as he had the grass outside of Dakest's office - outside did not belong inside), sans any of the snacks or drinks (obviously). What he did have, however, were his shoes and socks. On his feet, where they would likely remain until he walked back out the door after the meeting. There really was no getting around the rule this time, and he was not one to break a rule purely for the sake of it - unless there was a loophole, which was technically not even breaking it. It just caused hassle, and, generally speaking, hassle was not what one wished for when they intended to keep a low profile.

Not that Daxton had really succeeded in keeping a low profile, not all the time anyway, but he still wanted to try, despite an innate tendency to stick out, thanks to being as strange as he was.

Ever since he had taken his seat, in an isolated, solitary space of floor/grass where nobody would bother him, Daxton had been picking away at the grass, not really knowing why, only that he felt compelled to do it. He continued, building up a neat little pile of shredded grass as Dakest went on about... more grass, grass growing, in a statement which made absolutely zero sense to the Ravenclaw.

Perhaps predictably, the task Dakest set them was not one that Daxton could complete; having not participated in a duel, having not had permission to compete in any duels, and having not had the (official) magical ability to partake in any case, he did not have a partner. He shredded the grass with slightly more vehemence then, and found it to be quite soothing, but after a few long moments Daxton suddenly stopped and looked around at those in the room. He considered everyone, the banners, Dakest, the grass, then flipped open the notebook he had brought along (the snapping one, an inexplicable gift from Char) and began fervently writing in it with his pen (also a gift from Char, just as inexplicable as the notebook). He did not move from his position, did not make eye contact with anyone, but occasionally Daxton glanced around at those gathered for the meeting as he wrote, surreptitiously listening in where he could, all the while keeping his notebook shielded so that nobody could peek at its contents if they felt so inclined. The words he wrote were not for the sake of communication this time, but something else entirely. Everyone else could just carry on as they were; Daxton was content to sit alone with his notebook, as he invariably was.

Actually, this worked out well. There would have been zero chances that Daxton would afford anyone a handshake. Or have a conversation with anyone. Or indeed take part in what he deemed a pointless interaction with anyone at all. And yet, he still seemed to find some value in being here for this, if the scribbling in his notebook was anything to go by.

10-27-2015, 06:36 AM	#15 (permalink)
Felixir Book Club Mod Alley Proprietor Banshee Join Date: Dec 2008 Location: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Posts: 50,134 Hogwarts RPG Name: Charlie Upstead Gryffindor Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Aurelio Kaiser Slytherin Third Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Ezekiel Ransom-Kruus Ollivanders x12 x12	Lovely™ \| Captain Hurted \| Ariana's Bane \| Resident Antagonist \| Unparalleled Delight Daxton was there, had slipped in at some point, and was now sat on the grass (which he had regarded with the same apprehension as he had the grass outside of Dakest's office - outside did not belong inside), sans any of the snacks or drinks (obviously). What he did have, however, were his shoes and socks. On his feet, where they would likely remain until he walked back out the door after the meeting. There really was no getting around the rule this time, and he was not one to break a rule purely for the sake of it - unless there was a loophole, which was technically not even breaking it. It just caused hassle, and, generally speaking, hassle was not what one wished for when they intended to keep a low profile. Not that Daxton had really succeeded in keeping a low profile, not all the time anyway, but he still wanted to try, despite an innate tendency to stick out, thanks to being as strange as he was. Ever since he had taken his seat, in an isolated, solitary space of floor/grass where nobody would bother him, Daxton had been picking away at the grass, not really knowing why, only that he felt compelled to do it. He continued, building up a neat little pile of shredded grass as Dakest went on about... more grass, grass growing, in a statement which made absolutely zero sense to the Ravenclaw. Perhaps predictably, the task Dakest set them was not one that Daxton could complete; having not participated in a duel, having not had permission to compete in any duels, and having not had the (official) magical ability to partake in any case, he did not have a partner. He shredded the grass with slightly more vehemence then, and found it to be quite soothing, but after a few long moments Daxton suddenly stopped and looked around at those in the room. He considered everyone, the banners, Dakest, the grass, then flipped open the notebook he had brought along (the snapping one, an inexplicable gift from Char) and began fervently writing in it with his pen (also a gift from Char, just as inexplicable as the notebook). He did not move from his position, did not make eye contact with anyone, but occasionally Daxton glanced around at those gathered for the meeting as he wrote, surreptitiously listening in where he could, all the while keeping his notebook shielded so that nobody could peek at its contents if they felt so inclined. The words he wrote were not for the sake of communication this time, but something else entirely. Everyone else could just carry on as they were; Daxton was content to sit alone with his notebook, as he invariably was. Actually, this worked out well. There would have been zero chances that Daxton would afford anyone a handshake. Or have a conversation with anyone. Or indeed take part in what he deemed a pointless interaction with anyone at all. And yet, he still seemed to find some value in being here for this, if the scribbling in his notebook was anything to go by. __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Chocolate!