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SPOILER!!: eventhough you are still in detention... *replies ten billion years later*

Lifting his had slightly so that he was somewhat looking down at the Ravenclaw over the bridge of his nose, a bit of a calculated move on his end of the game, the astronomer sat in silence for a few more moments. Thinking. Selecting words. Selecting thoughts. Perhaps putting a few pieces together.

Bored. Something about the way the Astronomy professor had responded just now with his physical appearance had caused the faintest glimmer of satisfaction about the boy.

And then something clicked.

"Are you actively seeking out to receive negative attention from me, Mr. Prince?" he questioned, his voice soft and seemingly disembodied. His blue gaze, however, was inescapable.

Check.

03-30-2016, 11:57 AM	#61 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Romanian Longhorn Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 39,890 Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne Gryffindor First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Diamond Marchbanks Gryffindor Sixth Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Zachaël Lufkin Owl Post x12 x12	astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf SPOILER!!: eventhough you are still in detention... replies ten billion years later Quote: Originally Posted by Felixir They had returned to silence. Not a problem for Daxton, as it was how he spent every waking moment. At least now he had the option of communicating if he wanted to, which meant that the silence felt neither forced nor oppressive. Though it was not completely silent, of course. Airey Flamsteed's sigh seemed to hang in the air, but Daxton's expression did not reflect any kind of shame or regret in response. On the contrary, the gleam in his eye seemed to animate his otherwise impossibly blank features more than ever before. He stared at Airey Flamsteed, somewhat satisfied that at last he had it. A hint, just the smallest hint, of the very specific brand of attention he so inexplicably craved. It felt right, fitting, perfect. Daxton was not able to accurately read the signs of disappointment, but regardless, he knew he had made the first small step in achieving his desired goal. The smile made a brief reappearance at that moment, and Daxton settled back against the sofa, directly opposing Airey Flamsteed's slight droop forward. This was a win for Daxton. Or, at least, a 'check', if not a 'checkmate'. A point. A lead. Attention. Still watching the professor, but avoiding looking him straight in the eye as usual, Daxton flipped at the very edges of the pages in his notebook. But despite, or more accurately because of, the moment of success, he remained fully alert to the man he sat across. Waiting for the potential explosion. That was not a favourable outcome, but an occupational hazard in the games Daxton Prince liked to play. Lifting his had slightly so that he was somewhat looking down at the Ravenclaw over the bridge of his nose, a bit of a calculated move on his end of the game, the astronomer sat in silence for a few more moments. Thinking. Selecting words. Selecting thoughts. Perhaps putting a few pieces together. Bored. Something about the way the Astronomy professor had responded just now with his physical appearance had caused the faintest glimmer of satisfaction about the boy. And then something clicked. "Are you actively seeking out to receive negative attention from me, Mr. Prince?" he questioned, his voice soft and seemingly disembodied. His blue gaze, however, was inescapable. Check. __________________ When you’re stuck in a moment and your spark has been stolen .................................................. ........... this is our time to own it, so own it..................................... baby we were born with fire and gold in our eyes