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Felixir · 05-12-2016, 02:18 AM

It seemed as though all the shouting was done and finished with, but Daxton did not quite trust that that was the case. He kept his hands over his ears, but lessened the pressure just so, in order be able to hear the now much quieter Myers.

Apologies meant nothing to Daxton, and so he ignored the one he received. Though... there was that question, which was a tricky one. Technically, yes, he did now know what he had done that was perceived by Myers as 'wrong', but only because Myers himself had just screeched it loud enough for the entire school to hear. Still with his ears covered, Daxton looked across at a row of nearby plants, the ones that had either escaped the experiments, had positive or neutral reactions to the potions, or were being nursed back to health. Though he technically had now been informed of being in the wrong, he could not honestly say that he felt as though he had done anything bad, just as he felt no remorse, and the only regret he had was to do with allowing himself to be cornered in the greenhouse like this.

The problem, a problem Daxton had faced in a detention only last year as it happened, was that this was a very alarming thing to reveal to anyone. Daxton, who had a vast array of knowledge on a great many subjects, always fell flat when it came to right and wrong, good and evil, anything regarding morality. But what he did know, was that a lack of understanding was considered something of a warning sign. It was easiest to act intentionally belligerent to avoid repercussions in that particular sector. And so, warily lowering his hands from his ears, Daxton simply shrugged as his answer, and at last took back his notebook.

And then... the uniform. Daxton, who had by now completely stopped looking at Myers, looked down at his clothes instead. What was so wrong with them? They were only second-hand, well-worn yet repaired in places by the previous owner, and Daxton had only acquired them in the summer before coming back for his third year, which technically made this uniform new. He had not cared about it being too big, preferring his clothes to not be too close-fitting, and expecting to grow even taller in the coming year alone. Really, given the circumstances, and given how his last uniform had been far too small and literally falling apart last year, these clothes were in good shape. Aside from anything else, the subject of his school uniform veered far too close to that oh-so-delicate subject of money - or rather, his lack of it.

So, naturally, Daxton ignored Myers' words, avoiding the subject most unsubtly. Instead, he opened up his notebook again, and looked to the pages with the recorded experiments. Four days of observations just wasn't enough. His experiments had been ruined, and it had all been pointless. Any one of those plants might have had a delayed reaction.

Daxton glanced up at Myers for just a split second, an altogether unhappy expression on his face, wondering if he would move out of the way any time soon. Now he had no reason to be here, Daxton wanted to put as much space between himself and Myers as possible.

05-12-2016, 02:18 AM	#10 (permalink)
Felixir Forum Manager Book Club Mod Alley Proprietor Banshee Join Date: Dec 2008 Location: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Posts: 50,171 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 It seemed as though all the shouting was done and finished with, but Daxton did not quite trust that that was the case. He kept his hands over his ears, but lessened the pressure just so, in order be able to hear the now much quieter Myers. Apologies meant nothing to Daxton, and so he ignored the one he received. Though... there was that question, which was a tricky one. Technically, yes, he did now know what he had done that was perceived by Myers as 'wrong', but only because Myers himself had just screeched it loud enough for the entire school to hear. Still with his ears covered, Daxton looked across at a row of nearby plants, the ones that had either escaped the experiments, had positive or neutral reactions to the potions, or were being nursed back to health. Though he technically had now been informed of being in the wrong, he could not honestly say that he felt as though he had done anything bad, just as he felt no remorse, and the only regret he had was to do with allowing himself to be cornered in the greenhouse like this. The problem, a problem Daxton had faced in a detention only last year as it happened, was that this was a very alarming thing to reveal to anyone. Daxton, who had a vast array of knowledge on a great many subjects, always fell flat when it came to right and wrong, good and evil, anything regarding morality. But what he did know, was that a lack of understanding was considered something of a warning sign. It was easiest to act intentionally belligerent to avoid repercussions in that particular sector. And so, warily lowering his hands from his ears, Daxton simply shrugged as his answer, and at last took back his notebook. And then... the uniform. Daxton, who had by now completely stopped looking at Myers, looked down at his clothes instead. What was so wrong with them? They were only second-hand, well-worn yet repaired in places by the previous owner, and Daxton had only acquired them in the summer before coming back for his third year, which technically made this uniform new. He had not cared about it being too big, preferring his clothes to not be too close-fitting, and expecting to grow even taller in the coming year alone. Really, given the circumstances, and given how his last uniform had been far too small and literally falling apart last year, these clothes were in good shape. Aside from anything else, the subject of his school uniform veered far too close to that oh-so-delicate subject of money - or rather, his lack of it. So, naturally, Daxton ignored Myers' words, avoiding the subject most unsubtly. Instead, he opened up his notebook again, and looked to the pages with the recorded experiments. Four days of observations just wasn't enough. His experiments had been ruined, and it had all been pointless. Any one of those plants might have had a delayed reaction. Daxton glanced up at Myers for just a split second, an altogether unhappy expression on his face, wondering if he would move out of the way any time soon. Now he had no reason to be here, Daxton wanted to put as much space between himself and Myers as possible. __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Chocolate!