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Felixir · 01-06-2016, 10:10 PM

Katherine, the first year that Daxton had met so long ago, had noticed him. Daxton noticed her noticing in one of the moments he looked up from his book. Though the girl waved and smiled at him, Daxton did neither back. Rude? Perhaps. But, this time, not intentionally so. He went back to his book.

The way the noise was starting to build in here was leading to no small amount of discomfort. Daxton shifted slightly in his seat, as though he was trying to find a more comfortable position, and looked up over his book again. There was David Truebridge, across the room, buddying up with Kitridge, which was not surprising in the slightest.

The next time Daxton looked up from his book, turning a page at the same time, he noticed another curious sight. A boy (Lex) he had never seen before (he had skipped the feast and therefore the Sorting the previous night), staring right at him. As such, he ended up accidentally making eye contact with him, having not been expecting that anyone would be looking his way with such intensity. Daxton blinked and quickly averted his eyes ever so slightly, so that he was just looking past the boy rather than right at him. His immediate reaction was that of suspicion; exactly why was he being stared at? Not that it did not happen often, but that did not make it any less unnerving.

Daxton was mostly content to just sit and wait for the proceedings to begin by this point, and so paid a little more attention to the book he had acquired. Nothing wildly interesting, nothing he would usually re-read, not having any real need to. He idly flipped through more of the pages, but then suddenly became aware of someone approaching. He tensed up at once, and looked up to see who it was, not troubling to be subtle. The prefect. Thornton Baines. Daxton was fully expecting the older boy to attempt to engage him in conversation or try to make him join the others. But no, he just... left a ticket. No conversation. Nothing else. Thornton eyed him suspiciously as he left, then the ticket got the same treatment. After a moment, he picked it up and inspected it.

Though he did not have very long to do so before Kitridge was calling for their attention. Daxton went back to his book, crumpling the ticket in his hand and looking for all the common room like he was paying no attention, though of course that was not true. No, Daxton was listening to all that tripe about respecting prefects, and introductions and such. Curious that Tanner was not part of the 'team' anymore, though.

And then there it was. An explanation about this raffle thing. Daxton looked up over his book again, eyeing his Head of House and then the chest in the middle of the room. Toys and games? He frowned, unsure and immediately suspicious, and unsurprisingly totally unwilling to go and line up. Daxton stayed put in his chair, watching as the chest was opened and...

... No.

No, no, no. Absolutely not. Daxton did not know if this was a ploy by the Ravenclaw Head of House or if something had gone wrong and those creatures were not supposed to be here at all, but what he did know was that he wanted no part of it. At once he sprung to his feet, not standing on the floor but the armchair. Those things were moving with some speed, and no small amount of ferocity. Slamming his book shut, Daxton held it up defensively, finding no issue in whacking one of those creatures if they got too close to him. His anxiety spiked, as did his anger, and adrenaline went into overdrive. Chaos. Daxton did not do chaos. It was getting loud, so loud, loud loud loud. Too much too much too much.

That did it. Without hesitation he leapt down from his armchair and stormed towards the staircase to the dormitories without so much as a 'by your leave', inwardly cursing his inability to learn from last year's experience. He had been right all along. Socialising and house gatherings were nothing but trouble, and to be avoided at all costs.

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