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Felixir · 05-16-2016, 02:59 AM

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Originally Posted by Callie

The wooden bridge was unique in its ability to make even quiet contemplation a thrill. Probably because of the way it looked like it would fall apart at any moment. Hadley was always somewhat disappointed it wasn't rickety and didn't feel like it was as close to collapsing as it looked every time she was on it. But still, the appearance alone was enough to fool the brain into not being sure if it should be panicking or not.

It also was sparking her thirteen year old imagination as if there was no tomorrow. Probably because her brain wasn't sure if there was a tomorrow or not. The reason didn't matter much. She was happy for the inspiration the bridge was giving her and was currently filling up a third bridge with ideas for pranks and mischief and new charm ideas she really should talk to Professor Primeaux and get his help trying to make them a reality. At the moment though, she was letting an idea percolate a bit. Her quill was resting in her inkwell on the banister next to where she was leaning. It was one of the few moments that Hadley could be found still and calm in her life. Being outside, with nature all around them, a castle to her right and literal magic in the air, it finally hit her where she was. What Hogwarts was. All of it.

It only took a year.

With his school bag slung over his shoulder, Daxton had made the long and daily trek from one of his secret hiding places all the way down to the wooden bridge. Like most days, he had forgone shoes and socks, despite the omnipresent risk of a splinter to the foot. They were only just inching away from summer, though, so it was still plenty warm in his opinion, and Daxton only donned his one pair of boots when, and only when, he absolutely had to.

Reaching his usual place on the bridge, Daxton stood where he was and turned to lean his back against one of the wooden posts, keeping an eye on the Denaker girl a little ways away and on the opposite side. H set his bag down on the wooden floor beside him with an almost hollow sounding 'thunk', whilst the contents of the bag gave a curious rustling sound.

Glancing once more at Hadley Denaker, then directing his gaze away at the view over the riveen (though apparently remarkably unaffected by it), Daxton wound the strap of his bag around one of his wrists (lest anyone run past and try to steal it) and shoved his hands into his pockets. Truly, he would rather be inside somewhere, reading - perhaps in the library - but as yet he had no argument for abandoning business, even for one day. Daxton often decided against reading out in the open, reasoning that it gave anyone the perfect opportunity to send a hex or a curse his way, should they feel so inclined (and many probably did) and so would likely spend the next hour or so occupied only with his thoughts, and perhaps a customer or two looking to buy some sweets from him.

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