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sweetpinkpixie · 02-20-2016, 02:47 AM

SPOILER!!: *plays the world's smallest violin at our woes* but the man is a little smug. oops

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Originally Posted by Felixir

More silence, though that was completely predictable by this point.

It did not take a genius to work out that silence on Daxton's part - or rather, doing nothing, as silence tended to be his only default setting - was not the 'move' he was supposed to be making to progress things along. But really, he felt he had no other choice. If he could have said something, he would have asked what Airey Flamsteed was waiting for, what he meant by telling him there was a way to leave this office with both the book in his possession and his hands intact, and then not revealing what that way was. It made Daxton all the more frustrated; frustrated that he could not communicate (and mouthing words was by now out of the question), frustrated that he was not a Legilimens despite his best efforts to learn to become one to avoid situations like this. Remembering that just made him all the more angry, and he took another deep breath in an attempt to suppress it. Now was not the time.

All that was left was to provoke some sort of reaction out of the professor, do something to elicit anything from him. A comment, an angry outburst. Anything would be helpful at this point.

Daxton shifted slightly on the sofa, felt the book press against his back again, and went still. He paused, thoughtful, calculating, then reached back behind him with the functional-but-still-unfortunately-coloured hand, and took it out from its hiding place. Not stopping to even glance at Airey Flamsteed - though he was suddenly tempted the throw the book at his head, certain that that would achieve a response, though admittedly in the least subtle way - Daxton shuffled around, put his feet up on the sofa and his back against the arm, and used his one good hand to place the book on his lap and flip the pages with just a little difficulty. Though his argument - were he able to communicate it - was that he may as well read the book while he was here, the entire series of actions was a carefully thought out way of prompting a response from Airey Flamsteed.

And perhaps also testing him again, just a little bit. It really was impossible to resist.

Daxton kept his eyes on the book now, but remained utterly alert to the rest of the room, waiting for something - anything - from the astronomer whose office he was currently occupying (in more than one sense of the word).

The astronomer continued to sip on tea slowly, casting the occasional glance over the rim of his cup towards the Ravenclaw in subtle but keen observation. If this was a chess match, Airey felt that he was winning. This was his home turf after all and Spock would mock him into eternity if he lost while clearly having the upper hand.

Hand. Ha. There were many jokes that could be made about hands right now - and he was strangely reminded of the one lesson he had assisted Medea with...the one where he had come bearing the gift of a zombie hand - but another glance at Mr. Prince informed him that he best not push his luck by introducing humor to the situation as well.

But then phase one truly began and whether or not the Ravenclaw would admit it, he had just acknowledge that he had in fact attempted to steal something from the professor's office. Under other circumstances the man would have been close to releasing Ragesteed again at the audacity the young man was displaying by reading the very book that had brought them to this moment right in front of him, but it was quite the opposite now. Hence the amused smirk he now wore on his face.

"Not one of my favorites, but still a good read," he nodded, lifting his cup of tea to his lips once more.

02-20-2016, 02:47 AM	#40 (permalink)
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