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Felixir · 11-10-2016, 12:26 AM

SPOILER!!: Hirsch

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Originally Posted by hermionesclone

If he was completely honest with himself, Hirsch was a little confused with the shaking of the head. Sure, he didn't expect Daxton to speak but this answer didn't really help to clear things up, either. He expected some kind of explanation, even just a few words saying why he thought his mother wasn't his mother but all he got was a shaking of the head.

Yeah. Confused.

"Well, she's brought you up and has been caring for you for all these years." Which, thinking about it, didn't sound like a solid argument. In fact, given how little he knew of Daxton's family, he had no solid argument against the boy's case. "You don't want any therapist help either?" It was less of a question and more of a statement of clarification. Because his statement had been met with yet another shaking of the head and that, if possible, had confused him more than the first action had. "Is there anyone you would like to talk to instead? Student or otherwise?" Did he have any....... friends?

The relaxed pose and the rolling of the eyes hadn't gone unnoticed. In fact, they were two gestures that caused the man to raise his eyebrows slightly, feeling more and more put-off with this conversation. Why was he putting in this much effort if the boy clearly didn't want any? And why did he still care? Because right now, it felt awfully one-sided, as if he was the one trying over here, and he did not like that. Besides, what he was saying wasn't false in any way, was it?

The waiting game. That's what was happening while he sought out a reaction from the young Ravenclaw. If he shook his head one more time, Hirsch was not going to be impressed at all. He did know about the fights and had some information on them stored away in Daxton's file but he wanted to hear, or read, it from the boy himself. To see that he could admit to his wrong-doings and maybe, possibly, try to fix his methods. Was that asking for too much?

Apparently so because at that next moment, he got an answer he really wasn't expecting.

The eyebrows rose higher still as he looked at the message and then at Daxton himself. "Well, according to some sources, you've been in a few fights over the years and most of them have gone unnoticed or simply not met with any kind of warning or consequence." As far as he knew. "Can you tell me why you've gotten into so many fights over the years? Do you prefer the fight rather than the flight method?" A genuine question right there because he was curious and he had an alternative to letting out your anger on others.

Hirsch just did not know when to quit. There were a thousand rebuttals Daxton could have made in response to his argument, which led to his inevitable frustration that he could not verbalise them. How easy it was for everyone else to have a thought and simply express it. For Daxton to do that, he had to write - which got extremely tedious, extremely fast - or the other person had to know how to sign.

Instead, Daxton's remarks and sarcastic comments were kept to himself, perhaps inadvertently protecting him from an outburst that might result in serious trouble. If Daxton could speak as freely as he sometimes wanted to, his words would certainly get him into no small amount of bother.

Needless to say, he completely ignored the remark about having someone to talk to. Aside from not wanting to share anything, he did not need anyone's help.

But the matter of fighting, well... that was worth his attention. Daxton found the matter quite amusing, though his amusement could not quite translate to his expression, other than through a slight glint in his eye. He had managed to get away with a fair few misdemeanours, hadn't he? Daxton had been wondering how long it would take for them to notice.

Resorting back to the notebook again - because he had no other option in this situation - Daxton provided Hirsch with his explanation, writing the answer much faster than before, but just as neat as ever. He held it up again.

'I like to fight.'

Well, that was the simplified answer - and very simplified it was, too. The one that was least likely to reveal too much about Daxton; he was always very careful in what he agreed, always keeping valuable information to himself, revealing what was necessary whenever it would benefit him most. Daxton knew how to play this game.

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