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Callie 
"Good afternoon, Professor." She stood up casually and slipped past him into the office. If he brought up the feast and her being out of uniform, she'd explain, but if he wasn't going to mention it, she was more than content to just ignore it. Besides, that wasn't the purpose of her visit.
The office hadn't changed much since last term, although, it was tidier and with a lot less glitter, and Peeves. "The office cleans up nicely," she said, taking a seat. Merlin-in-mustard these chairs were always insanely comfortable. One of these days she was going to visit just ask him about the charms he put on the chairs because there was no way any chair could be this comfortable without magic. "Oh," she suddenly realized she'd zoned out a bit in the comfy chair. "Uh, I was just wondering about the permanent sticking charm. Is it something a second year would be able to cast?"
He walked over to his desk chair and took a seat. Crossing a leg over the other he leaned back in his chair and watched the child. Motioning for her to sit in one of the student chairs he chuckled about the office.
"My office is always organized. Last term was an exception because of Peeves." It better not get that way again.
Looking at Callie with interest he listened to her request. Could a second year pull that charm off? He didn't answer right away,
"It's not the age that is the question. It is the determination of the student and if they want to learn the charm or not." He felt that even though some spells could not be learned by a first and second years other ones with practice could be obtained.
"The sticking charm is one of those charms that any age can do with practice and ambition." Quote:
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Felixir Naturally, Daxton did not respond to the niceties, nor take part in them whatsoever, failing to even acknowledge the comment about his summer. Instead, he took his time in inspecting the office, staying where he was and scanning his environment closely, eventually tiptoeing across the room and claiming the empty seat.
Sliding down slightly in the chair, Daxton took another look around the room from this new perspective, and fiddled with the sleeve of his school shirt, the sleeve up which he kept his wand. He wore no school robes, due to the fact that he did not own a set this year, and the rest of his uniform was as tatty and well-worn as it ever was, despite being acquired only over the most recent summer. Daxton had tried to squeeze into his school shirt and trousers from the previous year, but found them far too small and horribly uncomfortable. Rather than buy a new uniform, his mother had come home from work one day with the old school clothes of a workmate's just-graduated son, and though Daxton had been reluctant to accept any sort of handout, he did eventually take what he needed. Better that than spend any of the money he had managed to save up for more important things. His boots - only a year old - still fit too, more or less, though currently, Daxton wore nothing on his feet at all.
Though his eyes wandered about the room, Daxton was still listening to Primeaux. It seemed to him to be a waste of time and effort to turn up here and then not listen at all. But even so, the fact that he was listening did not necessarily lead to his providing a response. Privately, though, Daxton was already making plans for skipping Charms class; probably with Blaise Bellaire, with whom he often shared that particular delinquent tendency.
Primeaux had it wrong, though. Daxton did not have the potential to be a good wizard; he had the potential to be a great wizard, something he knew just from thinking back to his pre-Hogwarts years. It was the school, in fact, that had blunted his talent, attempting to teach him to use a magic wand when he had been able to control his magic just fine without one. As for the theory that he practiced magic alone... well, Daxton gave no indication whether or not that was an accurate guess, preferring to keep any details of his face perfectly private.
The mention of drawing, however, drew him up short. Daxton stopped mid-way through inspecting the office, and instantly turned his head to look at Primeaux. He stared, then blinked... and eventually the corner of his mouth was tugged into what was a very subtle yet unmistakeable smirk. So, Primeaux knew about that? It suddenly occurred to Daxton that he had no way of knowing just how much anyone in this place had heard about him, whether it was truth or mere rumour (and if it was, whether it was one of Daxton's own rumours). He considered the man carefully.
At last, now openly acknowledging the professor, he gave a single nod of the head.
He didn't expect any words. No, he knew he wouldn't get any. It was fine, he was use to it. He just sat there staring at the boy in front of him. Taking in his clothing and his shoeless feet.
"You do know there are rules about attire in this school Daxton." He had taken points for a uniform and was going to take more if he needed, but something about his clothes made him hold off.
"If you can't afford the uniforms you can always get assistance." Not every wizard was rich so he understood that some were having harder times.
"It does not show weakness by asking for help. It truly shows bravery to extend a hand of need and receive what is needed." He hoped if Daxton did need clothes or shoes that he would come and ask so they could help out. He wondered if anyone had ever done a home visit and spoke to his mother. Pulling a quill he wrote to ask about this and maybe set up an appointment with her.
As he sat waiting for anything he was impressed to see a twitch of the lip and attention seeming to be focused now. He didn't mind the unfocused before. He had learned a bit last term that Daxton looking or not seemed to always be paying attention to his surroundings.
"I've heard your art work might not be appropriate for school is very good. If you haven't gotten to know Professor Finch, but he is a great artiest and has an art room. It might be a place for you to check out if you can be respectful towards it." He didn't need to be steering any child towards Ansley's room that would destroy it.
"Daxton I'd like to propose we work on a few things this term. I want you to focus on your nonverbal as much as possible. I can help you, you can do it here if you'd like. This I think is going to be your ticket to your success. Until then we are going to have to work on trying to at least mouth the words or a whisper so that we can get the charms going." He was well aware Daxton would not go for this, but he hoped after he heard the rewards.
"If you can conquer the whispering or even the nonverbal I would like to you to design and draw something school appropriate of course on my classroom wall. It would be there for all students to see, but you have to give me a solid effort this term and conquer at least two charms by the end of term." Pausing to allow that to sink in. What better attention to give someone then their very own artwork shown to every student that would walk into a charms lesson.