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Felixir · 05-18-2016, 02:57 AM

Daxton did not like that ghost. If ever there was a spirit who deserved to be a test subject in his 'trap a ghost' theory, it was this one, and not so he could question her about history like he would with the others. No. With this one, Daxton would simply trap her in the Tower Patch so she could not come screeching along to one of the lessons that he actually attended and ruin the precious order of things.

With his hands still pressed firmly over his ears, Daxton squinted between ghost and professor over and over again, back and forth, back and forth. Something about a 'little bundle of joy' had been mentioned, and he had no idea what that meant, only that it sounded suspicious and Not Good At All. Much of the conversation in the room was now beyond Daxton, so much so that he was good and annoyed and ready to get back to the science.

....... Except that the ghost was trying to teach them, which had Daxton scowling. It was not their teacher, and Daxton did not like the fact that it was acting like it was. That was wrong, it was all wrong, it was all different, and Daxton did not like it one bit.

It was extra frustrating, because the question was one that he could answer, but was now refusing to do so on principle. Instead, he kept his hands pressed tightly over his ears, and glowered at the ghost from his seat, all the while unable to keep his thoughts from straying to gravity, and the way that it was both the weakest yet most important and ultimately unavoidable force in the universe, that gravity was at the heart of everything, every star, and every element, and just everything. But Daxton would not share that. He did not cater to the whims of any usurper; just ask Hirsch. In fact, after a moment or two, he looked pointedly away from the ghost and instead stared out at the night sky, practically radiating recalcitrance.

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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 Daxton did not like that ghost. If ever there was a spirit who deserved to be a test subject in his 'trap a ghost' theory, it was this one, and not so he could question her about history like he would with the others. No. With this one, Daxton would simply trap her in the Tower Patch so she could not come screeching along to one of the lessons that he actually attended and ruin the precious order of things. With his hands still pressed firmly over his ears, Daxton squinted between ghost and professor over and over again, back and forth, back and forth. Something about a 'little bundle of joy' had been mentioned, and he had no idea what that meant, only that it sounded suspicious and Not Good At All. Much of the conversation in the room was now beyond Daxton, so much so that he was good and annoyed and ready to get back to the science. ....... Except that the ghost was trying to teach them, which had Daxton scowling. It was not their teacher, and Daxton did not like the fact that it was acting like it was. That was wrong, it was all wrong, it was all different, and Daxton did not like it one bit. It was extra frustrating, because the question was one that he could answer, but was now refusing to do so on principle. Instead, he kept his hands pressed tightly over his ears, and glowered at the ghost from his seat, all the while unable to keep his thoughts from straying to gravity, and the way that it was both the weakest yet most important and ultimately unavoidable force in the universe, that gravity was at the heart of everything, every star, and every element, and just everything. But Daxton would not share that. He did not cater to the whims of any usurper; just ask Hirsch. In fact, after a moment or two, he looked pointedly away from the ghost and instead stared out at the night sky, practically radiating recalcitrance. __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Chocolate!