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Bypassing the lint roller as he always did (not that he disliked the general premise of the thing, it was simply that there was just something so unappealing about sharing a lint roller... or indeed sharing anything at all), Daxton entered the Astronomy classroom surprisingly early for a boy who had a habit of avoiding many of his classes entirely. He took a seat at the desk closest to the door, and made a point of angling his chair ever so slightly, so that his back only faced a bare stretch of wall and not the students coming through the doorway, nor the ones who were or would soon be seated.
The apple on his desk was treated with the utmost suspicion, and despite the note on the board telling them not to eat and the level of almost-trust he now had for Airey Flamsteed, Daxton's mind automatically went to 'poison'. A look at each desk told him there was an apple for every student; a more logical idea was that the apples would be used for some form of demonstration or class activity - perhaps something to do with particular celestial bodies, given the shape - but the naturally suspicious Daxton was not to be appeased so easily.
Silently, he pulled out his notebook, and used it to nudge the apple across the desk and far away from him, until it reached the very edge of the desk and rolled right off, hitting the ground with a dull smack. Oh. He had not meant to do that, but that worked too. Seemingly satisfied, Daxton set down his notebook and opened it up to a fresh page, retrieving his pen from its spiral binding and drawing minuscule shapes on the corner of the paper, ignoring the view of the night sky outside, but by no means oblivious to it. The same principle applied to his immediate surroundings; he was listening, alert, ready.
__________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You?
You are Chocolate! |