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Felixir · 11-03-2015, 01:10 PM

As far as Daxton was concerned, that was the matter dealt with. He had yet to learn how to tell when someone asked a question with the intention of angling for a conversation, and to him, once a question was asked and answered, that was the extent of the interaction. Rider was getting on with... whatever he was doing as well, so that seemed to be that.

He turned his attention back to his book again and stared intently at the words, though he could not focus on reading with the prefect still lingering nearby. With his eyes fixed on one point on the page, Daxton kept track of Rider in his periphery, incredibly suspicious as to why the older boy was still there, and what exactly he wanted... what exactly he was up to. He doubted any harmless intention.

And then, suddenly, there was that parchment, slid back over the table to him. Automatically, Daxton glanced up and looked at it, but it looked no different since he had passed it back. Until, that was, two ink splotches suddenly appeared, followed by words, as though being written by an invisible hand. But Daxton was no idiot, he could guess what was happening here. He looked up at Rider, and sure enough, he was writing on a new piece of parchment, the exact words that were showing up for Daxton.

Interesting... some form of protean charm, perhaps? Or something else. Complex, whatever it was, especially if it worked both ways...

As to the question, answering it was not a simple matter. Daxton considered the parchment for a long while. He was not one to reveal much about himself, no matter what, particularly any details about his life, what he liked, and why he liked it. Too much could be gleaned from even the slightest detail, and he was very careful about who knew what about him. It was why he allowed Char to tell such fanciful stories about him.

After a very long, drawn out moment, Daxton wrote his response, then, keeping hold of his pen, he leaned back in his chair once more and glanced across at Rider's parchment to see if his words did indeed appear over there. And if they did not? Well, then he would be far from impressed.

'Why would I not like it?'

Answering a question with another question was, Daxton had found, the surest way to frustrate someone who was trying to find out specific information. It kept things vague too, which he liked, and, as such, he gave next to nothing away about himself. No extraneous details. No careless slip-ups. A perfect answer.

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Felixir Forum Manager Book Club Mod Alley Proprietor Banshee Join Date: Dec 2008 Location: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Posts: 50,165 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 As far as Daxton was concerned, that was the matter dealt with. He had yet to learn how to tell when someone asked a question with the intention of angling for a conversation, and to him, once a question was asked and answered, that was the extent of the interaction. Rider was getting on with... whatever he was doing as well, so that seemed to be that. He turned his attention back to his book again and stared intently at the words, though he could not focus on reading with the prefect still lingering nearby. With his eyes fixed on one point on the page, Daxton kept track of Rider in his periphery, incredibly suspicious as to why the older boy was still there, and what exactly he wanted... what exactly he was up to. He doubted any harmless intention. And then, suddenly, there was that parchment, slid back over the table to him. Automatically, Daxton glanced up and looked at it, but it looked no different since he had passed it back. Until, that was, two ink splotches suddenly appeared, followed by words, as though being written by an invisible hand. But Daxton was no idiot, he could guess what was happening here. He looked up at Rider, and sure enough, he was writing on a new piece of parchment, the exact words that were showing up for Daxton. Interesting... some form of protean charm, perhaps? Or something else. Complex, whatever it was, especially if it worked both ways... As to the question, answering it was not a simple matter. Daxton considered the parchment for a long while. He was not one to reveal much about himself, no matter what, particularly any details about his life, what he liked, and why he liked it. Too much could be gleaned from even the slightest detail, and he was very careful about who knew what about him. It was why he allowed Char to tell such fanciful stories about him. After a very long, drawn out moment, Daxton wrote his response, then, keeping hold of his pen, he leaned back in his chair once more and glanced across at Rider's parchment to see if his words did indeed appear over there. And if they did not? Well, then he would be far from impressed. 'Why would I not like it?' Answering a question with another question was, Daxton had found, the surest way to frustrate someone who was trying to find out specific information. It kept things vague too, which he liked, and, as such, he gave next to nothing away about himself. No extraneous details. No careless slip-ups. A perfect answer. __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Chocolate!