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Felixir · 03-08-2016, 11:53 AM

SPOILER!!: honestly tbh

Daxton had been fully aware of the presence of someone walking right by him; it would have been quite impossible for him not to be, as the sneezing could be heard long before the culprit had appeared in the corridor. And yet he had not stopped, nor attempted to hide what he was doing, nor run away before he could be collared. Instead the young Ravenclaw had simply carried on about his business, figuring that this at least might liven up the day a little.

He looked at her now, the person who had caught him - though 'caught' was not exactly the correct term when he had been so very blatant in his actions. A professor. Jackpot. Something was wrong with her, though. A cold, most likely, though it was allergy season. Daxton knew all about allergies, and had worked tirelessly to find an allergy potion that he could brew without having to cast a spell, and had managed to learn and finally perfect one recently. One he had to take each day in order for it to work, but nevertheless, it was efficient. And because he had triumphed in that particular area, Daxton thought it reasonable to believe that a professor might as well. So, believing the woman had a cold rather than allergies, he took a step to the side, away from any germs that might try to go for him next.

At the comment about his handiwork, Daxton raised his own eyebrows an infinitesimal amount, and looked up at the statue again. That had seemed to be an criticism of his artistic ability, and a rather feeble one at that; the eyebrows were fine. He shrugged one shoulder, nonchalance seeming to radiate off him in waves - a side effect of chronic ennui - before wincing ever so slightly at the sound of throat-clearing, a grating noise only made worse by the threat of an imminent germ attack. A shadow of a grimace passed over Daxton's face, and he took another very obvious side-step away.

03-08-2016, 11:53 AM	#37 (permalink)
Felixir Forum Manager Book Club Mod Alley Proprietor Banshee Join Date: Dec 2008 Location: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Posts: 50,173 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!!: honestly tbh Quote: Originally Posted by nicole black Spring had crept up into the corners and creeks of Hogwarts school, and it felt rather sudden that Nana was finding herself in the season of rebirth, renewal and... atchoo! Allergies. The Professor had been plagued by insidious pollen for a fortnight and despite Art's usually effective potions she was still sniffling, sneezing and (this part was particularly unpleasant) teary-eyed. It was a shame, Nana adored spring. The season as she had mentioned to Draper was her particular favorite, but it seemed an English Spring was not at all favored by her sinuses. A delicate handkerchief was held loosely in her long, pale fingers as she made her way through on the corridor. She had been up in the Astronomy tower with the sad hopes that the high altitude, cold wind and clean air would soothe her aching head, but alas, her condition remained the same. This was terrible, ghastly, awful. Nana was really quite miserable. A fact that showed clearly on through her agitated and slightly flushed features. So consumed by her miserable state was Nana, she passed right by the student defacing school prop- ...................... Had she- Pausing in her stride, Nana turned her head, glancing over her shoulder at the young boy now examining his handiwork. the audacity. the outright nerve. Nana actually felt a strange sort of admiration, but she quickly, and efficiently knocked it down. Quietly stepping back the way she came, Nana took her place just behind the boy. "The Eyebrows are askew, did you intend this?" She calmly asked, her usually silken voice roughened with the presence of the mucus monster that had invaded her nose and itchy throat. Nana cleared her throat loudly. Hopefully she sounded intimidating and not sick. Daxton had been fully aware of the presence of someone walking right by him; it would have been quite impossible for him not to be, as the sneezing could be heard long before the culprit had appeared in the corridor. And yet he had not stopped, nor attempted to hide what he was doing, nor run away before he could be collared. Instead the young Ravenclaw had simply carried on about his business, figuring that this at least might liven up the day a little. He looked at her now, the person who had caught him - though 'caught' was not exactly the correct term when he had been so very blatant in his actions. A professor. Jackpot. Something was wrong with her, though. A cold, most likely, though it was allergy season. Daxton knew all about allergies, and had worked tirelessly to find an allergy potion that he could brew without having to cast a spell, and had managed to learn and finally perfect one recently. One he had to take each day in order for it to work, but nevertheless, it was efficient. And because he had triumphed in that particular area, Daxton thought it reasonable to believe that a professor might as well. So, believing the woman had a cold rather than allergies, he took a step to the side, away from any germs that might try to go for him next. At the comment about his handiwork, Daxton raised his own eyebrows an infinitesimal amount, and looked up at the statue again. That had seemed to be an criticism of his artistic ability, and a rather feeble one at that; the eyebrows were fine. He shrugged one shoulder, nonchalance seeming to radiate off him in waves - a side effect of chronic ennui - before wincing ever so slightly at the sound of throat-clearing, a grating noise only made worse by the threat of an imminent germ attack. A shadow of a grimace passed over Daxton's face, and he took another very obvious side-step away. __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Chocolate!