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hermionesclone · 11-20-2016, 03:11 AM

Text Cut: Goodbye Daxton

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Originally Posted by Felixir

The more Hirsch spoke, the more tempted Daxton was to throw the notebook right at his stupid, attractive head. He just would not let the matter drop, would he? All this 'therapy' rubbish - even the word put Daxton on guard - and talking things through with people. He had done that, hadn't he? Sort of. Not really. But Char knew plenty about him, and Daxton had not exactly done a lot of opening up there. She tended to guess, and guess correctly, and that was as close to any of that as he was ever willing to go.

Really, if Hirsch thought that taking aggression out on one of the practice dummies was any substitute for a real fight, he was sorely mistaken. Daxton thought back to one of his first Defence Against the Dark Arts lessons with Hirsch, wherein he had done just that, and practically beaten the innards out of the dummies they had been fighting sans magic. All it had done was rile him up, draw the anger and the aggression to the surface, and left him to find a better way to deal with it after the class had ended.

It would have been hard not to laugh at Hirsch's comment about the 'real world', had Daxton not been so invariably impassive in his outward expressions. There was an implication there that he had never experienced the 'real world', or its consequences, which was just so... funny.

'Very last warning', 'consequences will be severe', yes, yes, Daxton did not doubt any of that. What he lacked was the ability to care about it.

No, nothing more he wanted to discuss. He had been very slightly tempted to bring up the topic of Legilimency, trying again with a different professor than last time, but ultimately, Daxton was still unwilling to ask for any sort of help. He considered the meeting done, and was quite ready to leave this appallingly decorated office. Without a single word - written or spoken - he got to his feet and walked straight back through the door. Perhaps he still had some time to find some of his regular customers to sell some sweets to before everyone disappeared off to their common rooms.

...........

Hirsch was used to the silence of this boy. He'd been teaching him for three years and this was the very first time he'd read anything the boy had written. But this silence? This left quite a bad aftertaste and he didn't like it one bit.

So, he watched Daxton leave before resting his elbows on his desk and his face in his hands. With every bit of luck, the 'last warning' part would end up working for the boy because if not...... he didn't even want to think about those consequences.

Text Cut: Zeke!

A lifesaver? As great of a compliment as that was, Hirsch doubted it. All he'd said was the truth: boxing could wait for later because this was currently more important, even if Zeke was only here to have a chat. "You're very sweet, thank you."

And there was no such thing as taking your training too seriously.

The sight of Zeke making himself comfortable amused the man but he said nothing of it. It was just a sign as to how many times the Gryffindor had been here. The handing over of the bun confused him slightly but he took it and looked under the main bun portion. Curiosity, you know. But not as curious as the statement made him. "Perspective?" he asked, looking back up at the boy, "Perspective about what?"

Bacon, egg, spinach and tomato relish. The words were enough to get his tummy rumbling slightly. "Those house elves really do know how to make their meals." He'd need to make a mental note of this combination when the holidays rolled around. "Do you mind if I......?" His voice trailed off as he nodded down at the bun in his hands.

Text Cut: Blaise

The look of scepticism wasn't overlooked by the Defence Professor. In fact, it was one that amused him, given the type of boy he was talking to. Blaise clearly fitted into his house and this might have been asking for too much but it was true: there was a time and a place for these things and a classroom was not one of them. Especially a classroom where there were numerous students ready to defend the other person.

Really, pick your fights better, Bellaire.

"Try it to the best of your abilities," he said, nodding at the boy. Key word? Try.

..........

Offer a few suggestions? That was suspicious.

Hirsch furrowed his eyebrows as he looked across the desk at the fourth year. Offer a few suggestions. Very few people would come in here and offer suggestions for their consequences. It was the same as laying down your wand in the middle of a duel and telling your opponent which spells you think they should use to defeat you. Was he not going to fight his case?

"What kind of suggestions?" Curiosity was getting the better of him.

11-20-2016, 03:11 AM	#31 (permalink)
hermionesclone Gladrags Mod DMC & DMAC Pogrebin Join Date: May 2009 Location: London Posts: 32,841 Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexander River Hirsch Gryffindor Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: -- x11 x11	urine trouble \| Pat's Strong Confident Other Half \| Pees Like a Champion Unicorn Racehorse Text Cut: Goodbye Daxton Quote: Originally Posted by Felixir The more Hirsch spoke, the more tempted Daxton was to throw the notebook right at his stupid, attractive head. He just would not let the matter drop, would he? All this 'therapy' rubbish - even the word put Daxton on guard - and talking things through with people. He had done that, hadn't he? Sort of. Not really. But Char knew plenty about him, and Daxton had not exactly done a lot of opening up there. She tended to guess, and guess correctly, and that was as close to any of that as he was ever willing to go. Really, if Hirsch thought that taking aggression out on one of the practice dummies was any substitute for a real fight, he was sorely mistaken. Daxton thought back to one of his first Defence Against the Dark Arts lessons with Hirsch, wherein he had done just that, and practically beaten the innards out of the dummies they had been fighting sans magic. All it had done was rile him up, draw the anger and the aggression to the surface, and left him to find a better way to deal with it after the class had ended. It would have been hard not to laugh at Hirsch's comment about the 'real world', had Daxton not been so invariably impassive in his outward expressions. There was an implication there that he had never experienced the 'real world', or its consequences, which was just so... funny. 'Very last warning', 'consequences will be severe', yes, yes, Daxton did not doubt any of that. What he lacked was the ability to care about it. No, nothing more he wanted to discuss. He had been very slightly tempted to bring up the topic of Legilimency, trying again with a different professor than last time, but ultimately, Daxton was still unwilling to ask for any sort of help. He considered the meeting done, and was quite ready to leave this appallingly decorated office. Without a single word - written or spoken - he got to his feet and walked straight back through the door. Perhaps he still had some time to find some of his regular customers to sell some sweets to before everyone disappeared off to their common rooms. ........... Hirsch was used to the silence of this boy. He'd been teaching him for three years and this was the very first time he'd read anything the boy had written. But this silence? This left quite a bad aftertaste and he didn't like it one bit. So, he watched Daxton leave before resting his elbows on his desk and his face in his hands. With every bit of luck, the 'last warning' part would end up working for the boy because if not...... he didn't even want to think about those consequences. Text Cut: Zeke! Quote: Originally Posted by Hera It was moments like these that cemented his respect for Professor Hirsch. Other Professor's might have hushed him off, told him to make an appointment, whatever, but no... not Hirsch. The man was dependable. He followed through. "You're a lifesaver, thanks." Really, THANKS. Especially because he might not have extended the same courtesy to some people should they have tried intruding on his own boxing sessions. Some would say he took his training too seriously, they were probably right. ANYYYWWAAAAYYYY.... Food, and things. Completely at ease in Hirsch's office, Zeke made himself comfortable in front of Hirsch's desk, reaching over to hand the man his bun. He grinned, "Just, wanted to ask you some things... I dunno, for perspective I guess?" Something like that. Regarding Hirsch's follow-up question though, "Bacon, egg, spinach, tomato relish." AKA The Best Breakfest Bun EVER. "I don't know what the elves put in the relish, but it's amazing." Seriously. A lifesaver? As great of a compliment as that was, Hirsch doubted it. All he'd said was the truth: boxing could wait for later because this was currently more important, even if Zeke was only here to have a chat. "You're very sweet, thank you." And there was no such thing as taking your training too seriously. The sight of Zeke making himself comfortable amused the man but he said nothing of it. It was just a sign as to how many times the Gryffindor had been here. The handing over of the bun confused him slightly but he took it and looked under the main bun portion. Curiosity, you know. But not as curious as the statement made him. "Perspective?" he asked, looking back up at the boy, "Perspective about what?" Bacon, egg, spinach and tomato relish. The words were enough to get his tummy rumbling slightly. "Those house elves really do know how to make their meals." He'd need to make a mental note of this combination when the holidays rolled around. "Do you mind if I......?" His voice trailed off as he nodded down at the bun in his hands. Text Cut: Blaise Quote: Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo Sweet Circe, swallow his pride and hold his tongue? Oh Merlin, that sounded painful and horrible and every other awful word his quill could probably come up with. Did people actually do that? Was it a real thing? Blaise blinked at the man, his scepticism evident. He wouldn't be openly protesting but....very very very concerned Gryffindor sitting right here. "Right, of course, yes. Swallowing my pride." It wasn't a coincidence that Gryffindors were lions and resided in a pride Professor. This was no easy task to ask of the Fourth Year. Blaise wasn't entirely sure he was even capable of such feats. "And I understand there'll be consequences." As he usually did. The thing was to calculate the risks. Did they outweigh the benefits? Well, in this case, it would all depend on the next few seconds. "I'm fully prepared to accept those consequences and in fact am willing to give a few suggestions if you'll take them." See? He was willing to meet the Professor half way with this. No stubborn tantrums or insistence that he did nothing wrong--although did he? Did he really? It was meant to be funnier than anything else. It was hard to miss when he made an actual attempt at being malicious but yeah, meeting halfway and all that noble stuff. He was ready. The look of scepticism wasn't overlooked by the Defence Professor. In fact, it was one that amused him, given the type of boy he was talking to. Blaise clearly fitted into his house and this might have been asking for too much but it was true: there was a time and a place for these things and a classroom was not one of them. Especially a classroom where there were numerous students ready to defend the other person. Really, pick your fights better, Bellaire. "Try it to the best of your abilities," he said, nodding at the boy. Key word? Try. .......... Offer a few suggestions? That was suspicious. Hirsch furrowed his eyebrows as he looked across the desk at the fourth year. Offer a few suggestions. Very few people would come in here and offer suggestions for their consequences. It was the same as laying down your wand in the middle of a duel and telling your opponent which spells you think they should use to defeat you. Was he not going to fight his case? "What kind of suggestions?" Curiosity was getting the better of him. __________________ Last edited by hermionesclone; 11-23-2016 at 12:59 AM.