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Felixir 
Daxton never knocked on office doors. Or any doors, at that. Instead, he simply loitered outside the office, or he barged straight in, all depending on the situation. Today, he stuck with loitering, as was his habit when meeting with Ichihara at her office.
Arriving at the waiting area in his too-big and well-worn uniform (sans his robes, of course), Daxton bypassed the door of the office and instead went to take a seat, retrieving one of the golden cube puzzles and fiddling around with it while he waited. He sat cross-legged on the chair, tucking his bare feet out of sight for the moment, and rested his elbows on his knees, with the puzzle cube close to his face. All the while, his expression did not change from the blank, emotionless facade he currently wore, no matter how thoughtful he got while playing around with the cube. Daxton looked almost bored, and terribly unconcerned, but looks were often deceiving.
She always felt as if she was coming and going lately. Since receiving news of her mother's ailing health concerns, and since the... new... and... strange bubbling of nerves in her belly at the thought of certain former Gryffindors had emerged the Transfiguration professor had thrown herself into project after project to keep her delicate hands and over-active mind in check. So far, it was working, but had the undesired consequence of draining much of her energy,
Office visits were suddenly a respite from all that.
Walking back into her waiting room, after having been out for a stroll along the grounds, Nana almost immediately noticed the presence of Daxton Prince seated and waiting. She did not greet him just yet, more interested in watching his progress with silent, but obvious, curiosity. They had been meeting for these little sessions for quite some time now, and Nana still knew so little about the boy before her aside from the obvious.
It was frustrating, and worrying to say the least. For how was she to best help and teach the Ravenclaw when she could;t understand him? It would be impossible.
"Mister Prince." She said, her voice heavy in the still air of the waiting room.