Originally Posted by crimsonlion

Hope took a sip of her coffee grinning into it. Professor Flam was a bit of a nervous man. She could tell that this wasn't a very easy or comfortable conversation for him so she decided to help him out.

"It's fine professor. If I have any problems or questions or concerns I will come to you... or another professor for help. Thank you for your concern."

She gave him a smile. She added the other professor part so he wouldn't feel obligated to help her out. So he could keep it calm. she could sense that he didn't like having these kinds of conversations.

As she got up to leave she turned to him, "Do you know if they have found her or Sabbath? I really miss them and I know they need to be here. They are just kids like me. The aurors should have found something out by now. No disrespect or anything. They have been missing for over 75 days. I hope they are still alive." With that she turned to leave. Her heart was starting to break again. She missed her cousin so much.

Originally Posted by Felixir

After only a few short moments, Daxton's intrigue with the Bubble Head Charm evolved from the limits of the spell to the very fabric of it. He ran his fingertips over the surface of the bubble, trying to get a better look at it at the same time and going slightly cross-eyed in the process. It was not an offensive texture, about what he would have expected it to feel like; almost like a balloon but not as unpleasant. He wondered what the 'barrier' was constructed from, and what made it so like a regular bubble yet not as inclined to burst at the merest touch. Was magic somehow woven into it? If so, did that mean that magic was a substance that could be viewed and therefore studied on a molecular level?

Speaking of the fabric of magic, Daxton's attention was diverted by Airey Flamsteed's literature suggestions. He looked up at the man, considering those titles, filing them away in his memory and making a note to check for those books in the library, first and foremost. There was little chance he would find enough information to assuage his hunger for knowledge on the subject in just those two books, but it would be a start. He gave a simple nod of acknowledgement, and awaited a response to his second point.

Realistically, Daxton had known that his statement had been a pointless one. At least, it was pointless on the most basic level, pointless to anyone who might neglect giving it any deeper thought. He had phrased it quite deliberately as a statement, and not as a question or a request, partly because he knew that a house transfer had never once been accomplished in the history of the school and therefore would not be granted to him, but for other reasons also. Reasons that had more to do with why he had even brought up the subject in the first place, reasons that had nothing to do with actually procuring an impossible house change, and everything to do with... well, even he was not yet entirely sure.

Yet that was the question he was being posed, and even though Daxton had expected it and thought his response through (and had indeed mentally rehearsed many potential outcomes of this interaction), he hesitated. One moment passed, then another, before he finally took the paper back, retrieved a pen from his pocket and wrote his response on the reverse, using the palm of his right hand as a sub-par writing surface. When he was done, he handed it back, keeping his expression quite impassive as though he was not fully aware of his dodging the question.

'I did not ask anything.'

By now, Daxton was quite finished investigating the effects of Bubble Head Charm, even though there was much more that could be learned from it. Instead, he watched Airey Flamsteed closely.