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sweetpinkpixie · 02-19-2016, 01:10 PM

SPOILER!!: how long do you think this will keep up? :3 just sitting their staring at each other and all XD

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Originally Posted by Felixir

Would he care for some? Care? No. Daxton did not care. About anything, actually. About anything other than getting his hands fixed, and certainly not about tea. He shook his head 'no' with conviction, and kept his gaze fixed firmly onto that one point on the stone wall, determined, stubborn, angry.

Except that Airey Flamsteed was expecting him to 'make the first move', which made for a great many problems, as Daxton had no idea what the 'first move' was supposed to be. In actual fact, it did not seem as though his move would be the first either; at some point, his visit to this office had turned into something like a chess game. Daxton's most recent move had been to sit on the sofa and refuse to move - in the most literal sense of the word - and Airey Flamsteed's had been to... well... Daxton was not quite sure. To talk in riddles, perhaps, which did not even count. In actuality, far from being at the start of any sort of game with all its moves and countermoves, they had already achieved a stalemate of an existing... whatever this was.

The point, of course, was that Daxton was not at all sure what Airey Flamsteed expected him to do (or even that he would do what was expected should he know what it was, but that was irrelevant). Again, he had no way of communicating that he did not know, nor to ask what Airey Flamsteed was even waiting for, and so Daxton simply remained silent and still and so very frustrated.

At least the sofa was comfortable. If Daxton was going to choose a sofa to stubbornly remain seated on for what was potentially a full twenty-four hours, it would probably be one like this. He dragged his eyes from the point on the wall, and inspected the length of the sofa, tempted to put his feet up. Maybe try push Airey Flamsteed just that little bit further, get him out of the infuriating casual air he had about him right now. Maybe call that his first move, as he did not know what else to do. There were plenty of flaws in that plan, however, and so for the moment it remained just a plan, a series of ideas for Daxton to focus on in an attempt to not let his frustration overwhelm him.

Precise language aside, although the astronomer had his doubts that 'would you like' would have yielded different results, Airey focused his attention on preparing the tea. Which would apparently be just for himself for the time being unless the Ravenclaw decided that he was feeling a bit parched. Which was sure to happen eventually and thankfully the pot was charms to keep the contents from ever going cold.

A few thoughts went through the Head of House's mind as he sat there tending to his cup, none of them the sort that he would share with others. One of the thoughts that did stick with him was wondering if the Ravenclaw would begin experimenting with possible solutions before curfew. Because that really was the deadline of this whole ordeal, curfew. In which case Mr. Prince would have no choice but to leave here with his hand as is.

So...really...ball still in your court, Mr. Prince.

Pouring himself a cup, Airey leaned back in his seat and blew on it gently a few times before taking a sip. Mmmmmmmm delicious.

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