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After over three years living in this castle, Daxton was easily able to pick up on the many subtle signs of his surroundings: he could tell which portrait subjects were most likely to flock to nearby paintings when they witnessed anything out of the ordinary, and exactly where they were most likely show up; before this year had started, he had developed a particular knack for identifying each staff member and a large selection of students by the sound of their footsteps (everyone was different); and he was able, by the subtlest of vibrations in the walls and, in the more immediate vicinity, the telltale sound of stone shifting against stone, to identify the exact moment that the moving staircases were about to deliver a student to the corridor he was in.
Not exactly mind-blowing talents - indeed, anyone could learn to pick up on any of those things - but they were useful nevertheless, particularly to a boy who did not tend to let his guard down. Not at any point, not as long as he could help it. And he usually could.
As such, he was aware that another student would be appearing in the corridor, though not who it might be. He stayed put, keeping his eyes trained on the source of the noise, until, who should arrive... but the Asakura kid.
They had not properly interacted since their encounter in Diagon Alley, but Daxton knew that the boy - Takeru Asakura - had noted his presence in the school. Just as he noted his presence in this corridor, right now.
Daxton considered jumping down from the statue, but instead decided to hold off a little longer. It struck him that Asakura would almost certainly want a fight, and most likely a physical one at that; retribution for their last meeting. What better way to irk the boy, than to stay out of his reach? As long as Daxton had his wand at the ready, just in case, then silently taunting him from up high seemed the most entertaining course of action.
Well, there was one other thing.
Keeping his expression impassive, and his body language unaffected, Daxton held up one hand, and gave a little wave, waggling his fingers at Asakura in a mocking manner. He was sure to stay alert, in case the boy threw a spell this way; no need to let anyone get the better of him today, not as long as he could help it.
And he usually could.
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