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Usually, if Daxton was late, he did not bother to go to his classes, but History of Magic was another one of those that he actually did not mind attending - for the subject matter. He almost enjoyed learning about history, so much so that it was one of the classes he frequented. And, seeing as his birthday was going to be the very next day, he decided it was probably a good idea to get out of his hideout before he ended up sequestering himself away for the day.
Neither knowing nor caring exactly how late he was, Daxton pushed open the door to the History of Magic classroom after making sure that the voices he could hear from within were actually talking about something worth staying for - inventions... perfect.
The heat inside the classroom was unexpected and unwelcome, but Daxton kept his - still bruised - face impassive as he took up the nearest empty seat by the door, as though it was perfectly normal to stroll in halfway through a lesson - though, admittedly, it sort of was for him. He pulled at his school tie to loosen it, and unfastened the top few buttons of his school shirt, quite unhappy with the climate of the room and wondering if this had perhaps been a bad idea after all. But he was here now, and more or less ready to listen.
Absentmindedly, he ran his fingers over his busted up nose. It no longer hurt when he touched it, which was a shame, as the after-effects of a fight were often good reminders of the experience. Still, it would likely not be long before he found himself in another one. Noting Asakura across the room, Daxton surveyed the other boy's own bruised and beaten up features for just a brief moment before looking away again.
History of Magic. Right. Pictures on the board. People. Inventions. Okay. Whatever.
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