Daxton had, as usual, ignored the lint roller. While he understood the purpose of it, he was hardly likely to roll it over his uniform (his school robes were not currently being worn, hooked instead around the strap of his bag, and his shoes were not even present today) after who only knew how many other students had done the same. There had been no pips at the door to dwell on either, so Daxton walked straight into the classroom, and the cold hit him at once.
But it was welcome, the cold, even if it was a bit much. It was bracing, and it was far far better than being so warm. Daxton welcomed the almost overwhelming chill, though the uncontrollable teeth-chattering was instantly annoying. He took a seat at the table closest to the door, snatched up the box of 'space blanket' on his desk, and inspected it. He did not give that strange salute, just the same as last year, finding it as pointless as any form of greeting, rules or no rules.
It was a while before he looked up towards Airey Flamsteed, having glanced briefly at him upon entering the room, enough to see him wearing his space blanket as a tailored suit. Daxton watched him for a moment, then glanced over at the board. Did he really need to write a name plaque? Airey Flamsteed already knew full well who he was, and apparently Daxton had enough of a reputation around school to be voted biggest troublemaker, so some people already knew him, and he thought he might like to keep that number at a minimum.
Nevertheless, he did put his box of space blanket back on the desk to grab a pen from his pocket and write something on the parchment, before getting his wand from up his sleeve and tapping it to create a plaque.
Quote:
Your FULL Name And Year
Sticking his wand back up his sleeve, Daxton got a little more comfortable on his chair, sitting so he was sat cross-legged and warming his feet slightly as the cold - however welcome it was - had started to numb them. Numb feet would be a disaster if there was any sudden need to run away, but despite this he still did not regret not wearing shoes.
Daxton picked up the box of space blanket and went on inspecting it. In a moment of curiosity, he finally opened up one end, not so he could take the blanket out and wear it, but instead so could further investigate. Pulling an edge of the blanket out of the box, Daxton ran it between his fingers, attempting to discern just whether or not the material was at all pleasing to his sensory sensitivities. And, more than that, he found it near captivating. Transfixed, he tugged it completely out of its box, which was instantly cast aside, then lay the blanket out over his desk, all the better to see it and touch it.