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Felixir · 05-10-2016, 01:22 AM

SPOILER!!: rah

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Originally Posted by Bazinga

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.

Any hint of a smile or smirk that might have appeared was very quickly wiped from Daxton's features. By this point, his hands had moved to each arm of the chair he sat in, and he gripped them very tightly, digging his fingers in. He kept his face expressionless, and his eyes fixed on a point just past the professor's head, though beneath a mostly calm exterior, a storm was raging.

The mention of rules had not bothered him, just as they had never bothered him in the past and would likely never bother him in the future. It was Primeaux so openly remarking on the theory that Daxton could not afford something that had really struck a chord. It was hearing the words 'weakness', 'asking for help', and 'need', words which then seemed to echo within Daxton's own mind, and he suddenly felt certain that Primeaux must have boomed them out with the kind of force that everyone in the castle, grounds, and surrounding villages had likely heard him. Daxton gritted his teeth, dug his fingers in a little harder so that his knuckles started to go white, and offered no response.

Primeaux was still talking, and talking, and talking, and Daxton was by now only half paying attention, his mind still occupied by the fact that anyone might think him in need of help - which was a weakness in his mind - of any form. He resolved that if the matter was pressed any further, he would simply declare that actually he had plenty of money, and that would soon shut everyone up.

Daxton continued to stare at a point just past the professor, listening to what he was proposing - which just happened to include imposing a reward for something that Daxton was going to do anyway. Though, in all honesty, he could not be sure whether it truly was a reward. Sounded an awful lot like a set-up to him. And then there was that horrible word again: 'help'. I can help you. It had him seething.

With his expression bored but his eyes stormy, Daxton gave a simple shrug of his shoulders, the resumed looking around the room, casual as could be.

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Felixir Forum Manager Book Club Mod Alley Proprietor Banshee Join Date: Dec 2008 Location: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Posts: 50,172 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!!: rah Quote: Originally Posted by Bazinga 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. Any hint of a smile or smirk that might have appeared was very quickly wiped from Daxton's features. By this point, his hands had moved to each arm of the chair he sat in, and he gripped them very tightly, digging his fingers in. He kept his face expressionless, and his eyes fixed on a point just past the professor's head, though beneath a mostly calm exterior, a storm was raging. The mention of rules had not bothered him, just as they had never bothered him in the past and would likely never bother him in the future. It was Primeaux so openly remarking on the theory that Daxton could not afford something that had really struck a chord. It was hearing the words 'weakness', 'asking for help', and 'need', words which then seemed to echo within Daxton's own mind, and he suddenly felt certain that Primeaux must have boomed them out with the kind of force that everyone in the castle, grounds, and surrounding villages had likely heard him. Daxton gritted his teeth, dug his fingers in a little harder so that his knuckles started to go white, and offered no response. Primeaux was still talking, and talking, and talking, and Daxton was by now only half paying attention, his mind still occupied by the fact that anyone might think him in need of help - which was a weakness in his mind - of any form. He resolved that if the matter was pressed any further, he would simply declare that actually he had plenty of money, and that would soon shut everyone up. Daxton continued to stare at a point just past the professor, listening to what he was proposing - which just happened to include imposing a reward for something that Daxton was going to do anyway. Though, in all honesty, he could not be sure whether it truly was a reward. Sounded an awful lot like a set-up to him. And then there was that horrible word again: 'help'. I can help you. It had him seething. With his expression bored but his eyes stormy, Daxton gave a simple shrug of his shoulders, the resumed looking around the room, casual as could be. __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Chocolate!