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Felixir · 01-09-2016, 11:16 PM

SPOILER!!: enabler

Just what Airey Flamsteed was doing, Daxton had no idea. But the door... the door was ajar, in the presence of Daxton, of all people. The professor knew of his record, and yet... the way into his office was clear. Daxton stood there for a good long moment, considering the open door, methodically going through every possible outcome of this situation. But it was a moment, he soon realised, that he was wasting, when what he had right here was an opportunity. Exactly what for was yet to be established.

So Daxton went inside, slipping through the just-open door and scanning the area. It was clean; too clean, too tidy. The kind of tidy which made it easy to search, but just as easy to notice anything out of place. A set-up more like Moxley's would have, in a way, been better even if more chaotic, though ultimately it would have been disappointing coming from Airey Flamsteed.

He was methodical about the search, fast, trying cabinets and drawers and the closet, even the tie cabinet, full of neckties that Daxton was eager to pick from and shove into his pocket. An obvious theft, but he was curious to see what would happen... not that it mattered, because everywhere was quite securely locked. Frustrating, but expected. Daxton cast a glance over at the large cage in the office, and the ferret alternating between scurrying around and watching him curiously (Daxton's eyes had been stinging since the moment he had walk into this office, and that creature was surely the reason why), and then he looked at the door. No Airey Flamsteed, but he had been gone for barely ninety seconds. Still, exactly what he was doing was un unknown variable, so he could be back at any second. Daxton was not as concerned by this as one might have expected.

He turned his attention to the research on the desk. No collector's cards or anything here - again unsurprising; such a high value item was sure to be locked away - but now that he was here, Daxton just wanted to take something. He rifled carefully through the papers, no doubt nudging from their original places as he scanned their contents, and eventually picked up an interesting looking book. It would be obvious, so very obvious, but that was exactly what he was going for. He took the book, hiding it half down the back of his school trousers, so his belt held it into place and his shirt covered it up.

That done, Daxton crossed purposefully to the cage with the ferret. He was still out of arm's reach when the urge to sneeze hit. The Ravenclaw blocked it with the crook of his elbow... then another... then another. He stood in front of the cage, trying his best to do the almost impossible and hold back any more. Allergies were ridiculous; the sooner Daxton could figure out how to brew the Antiallergen Potion without having to cast a spell to do so, the better.

When the first assault of sneezes appeared to have passed, Daxton reached down to pull his school shirt up and over his nose and mouth. He carefully pulled the ferret's cage open, listening closely for the sounds of approaching footsteps, ready to react at a millisecond's notice if need be.

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Felixir Forum Manager Book Club Mod Alley Proprietor Banshee Join Date: Dec 2008 Location: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Posts: 50,157 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 SPOILER!!: enabler Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie Having completely lost track of time with his research, the astronomer was in GREAT and borderline DIRE need to relieve himself. Ahem. Penguin walking towards the door and Pebbles under his arm, Airey swung open the door and was more than a bit surprised to see Mr. Prince standing there. Surprised...but not at the same time? It was a mysterious paradox. "Mr....Prince," Airey greeted with a somewhat pained expression. "Good day...what can I...actually...could you wait here...for just a moment? I'll be RIGHT back." Leaving the door ajar, the professor made his way down the hall and towards the loo. OOC: the door IS open Just what Airey Flamsteed was doing, Daxton had no idea. But the door... the door was ajar, in the presence of Daxton, of all people. The professor knew of his record, and yet... the way into his office was clear. Daxton stood there for a good long moment, considering the open door, methodically going through every possible outcome of this situation. But it was a moment, he soon realised, that he was wasting, when what he had right here was an opportunity. Exactly what for was yet to be established. So Daxton went inside, slipping through the just-open door and scanning the area. It was clean; too clean, too tidy. The kind of tidy which made it easy to search, but just as easy to notice anything out of place. A set-up more like Moxley's would have, in a way, been better even if more chaotic, though ultimately it would have been disappointing coming from Airey Flamsteed. He was methodical about the search, fast, trying cabinets and drawers and the closet, even the tie cabinet, full of neckties that Daxton was eager to pick from and shove into his pocket. An obvious theft, but he was curious to see what would happen... not that it mattered, because everywhere was quite securely locked. Frustrating, but expected. Daxton cast a glance over at the large cage in the office, and the ferret alternating between scurrying around and watching him curiously (Daxton's eyes had been stinging since the moment he had walk into this office, and that creature was surely the reason why), and then he looked at the door. No Airey Flamsteed, but he had been gone for barely ninety seconds. Still, exactly what he was doing was un unknown variable, so he could be back at any second. Daxton was not as concerned by this as one might have expected. He turned his attention to the research on the desk. No collector's cards or anything here - again unsurprising; such a high value item was sure to be locked away - but now that he was here, Daxton just wanted to take something. He rifled carefully through the papers, no doubt nudging from their original places as he scanned their contents, and eventually picked up an interesting looking book. It would be obvious, so very obvious, but that was exactly what he was going for. He took the book, hiding it half down the back of his school trousers, so his belt held it into place and his shirt covered it up. That done, Daxton crossed purposefully to the cage with the ferret. He was still out of arm's reach when the urge to sneeze hit. The Ravenclaw blocked it with the crook of his elbow... then another... then another. He stood in front of the cage, trying his best to do the almost impossible and hold back any more. Allergies were ridiculous; the sooner Daxton could figure out how to brew the Antiallergen Potion without having to cast a spell to do so, the better. When the first assault of sneezes appeared to have passed, Daxton reached down to pull his school shirt up and over his nose and mouth. He carefully pulled the ferret's cage open, listening closely for the sounds of approaching footsteps, ready to react at a millisecond's notice if need be. __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Chocolate!