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Felixir · 07-02-2016, 01:00 AM

Generally speaking, Daxton was not the sort of person who gave away his thoughts or feelings very often. For the most part, it was very difficult to guess or decipher what he might be thinking or feeling unless he provided such information - and even then, it was difficult to know just how credible that information was.

Most of the time, however, certain micro-expressions gave plenty away... at least to those who knew what they were looking for. For instance, the mention of meteorites, of collecting them, paired with the look that Airey Flamsteed kept casting at his own stupid little rock, had Daxton deadpanning just that bit more than usual, enough for the well-trained eye to notice the difference, at least. Airey Flamsteed and his stupid enthusiasm for rocks... it was like he was taunting him. Daxton was bitter, he was ticked off.

Naturally, the second that they were all dismissed to go searching in the grounds, Daxton had quickly darted out of the door, with his schoolbag, and without any intention of returning.

...

But Daxton did return. He had made it to his usual hide-out in the castle when an idea had suddenly struck him. It was not a masterstroke, nor a particularly grand idea in any sense of the word, but it was perfectly petty and Daxton-esque. Instantly, he had retraced his steps and returned to the Astronomy classroom.

Before stepping through the door, however, Daxton glanced at the small table on the way in out of habit, and saw... the lint roller? He paused, stopping dead in his tracks, staring at the lint roller with no small amount of confusion. He had definitely... picked that up earlier. Or had he? Daxton quickly checked his bag and saw that... yes, he had already stolen the lint roller, and he did still have it. So, where had the new one come from? Did they perhaps magically replenish themselves somehow, in case they were stolen or lost? Daxton would not put it past Airey Flamsteed to set up such a precaution.

For the second time that day, Daxton swiped the lint roller from the table. This time, after shoving it into his bag, he paused and stared at the table for another moment or two, waiting for a new lint roller to magically appear. Nothing happened, and so Daxton continued on into the classroom... but not before stopping at the doorway and glancing back at the table again.

... Still nothing. Okay... Strange.

Taking his seat again, Daxton looked towards Airey Flamsteed, expecting that the professor might be allowing himself a private celebration that his usually troublesome and frequently absconding student had actually returned, despite having every opportunity to disappear. Then, reaching into his bag, Daxton pulled out the lint roller he had just taken from the table, and the original that he had stolen before class had started, and set them side by side on the desk, flaunting his crime(s).

Curious, these lint-roller-shaped meteorites. Such an interesting phenomenon.

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Felixir Forum Manager Book Club Mod Alley Proprietor Banshee Join Date: Dec 2008 Location: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Posts: 50,168 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	intentionally not finding a rock ok ok ok Lovely™ \| Captain Hurted \| Ariana's Bane \| Resident Antagonist \| Unparalleled Delight Generally speaking, Daxton was not the sort of person who gave away his thoughts or feelings very often. For the most part, it was very difficult to guess or decipher what he might be thinking or feeling unless he provided such information - and even then, it was difficult to know just how credible that information was. Most of the time, however, certain micro-expressions gave plenty away... at least to those who knew what they were looking for. For instance, the mention of meteorites, of collecting them, paired with the look that Airey Flamsteed kept casting at his own stupid little rock, had Daxton deadpanning just that bit more than usual, enough for the well-trained eye to notice the difference, at least. Airey Flamsteed and his stupid enthusiasm for rocks... it was like he was taunting him. Daxton was bitter, he was ticked off. Naturally, the second that they were all dismissed to go searching in the grounds, Daxton had quickly darted out of the door, with his schoolbag, and without any intention of returning. ... But Daxton did return. He had made it to his usual hide-out in the castle when an idea had suddenly struck him. It was not a masterstroke, nor a particularly grand idea in any sense of the word, but it was perfectly petty and Daxton-esque. Instantly, he had retraced his steps and returned to the Astronomy classroom. Before stepping through the door, however, Daxton glanced at the small table on the way in out of habit, and saw... the lint roller? He paused, stopping dead in his tracks, staring at the lint roller with no small amount of confusion. He had definitely... picked that up earlier. Or had he? Daxton quickly checked his bag and saw that... yes, he had already stolen the lint roller, and he did still have it. So, where had the new one come from? Did they perhaps magically replenish themselves somehow, in case they were stolen or lost? Daxton would not put it past Airey Flamsteed to set up such a precaution. For the second time that day, Daxton swiped the lint roller from the table. This time, after shoving it into his bag, he paused and stared at the table for another moment or two, waiting for a new lint roller to magically appear. Nothing happened, and so Daxton continued on into the classroom... but not before stopping at the doorway and glancing back at the table again. ... Still nothing. Okay... Strange. Taking his seat again, Daxton looked towards Airey Flamsteed, expecting that the professor might be allowing himself a private celebration that his usually troublesome and frequently absconding student had actually returned, despite having every opportunity to disappear. Then, reaching into his bag, Daxton pulled out the lint roller he had just taken from the table, and the original that he had stolen before class had started, and set them side by side on the desk, flaunting his crime(s). Curious, these lint-roller-shaped meteorites. Such an interesting phenomenon. __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Chocolate!