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Felixir · 05-31-2023, 12:59 AM

Having just returned to the Ministry after a period of sick leave lasting no more than two weeks - not ideal, but also admittedly not unnecessary - Daxton had resumed his work as though there had been no pause, no interruption. This was not difficult, as he kept his interactions with others to an absolute minimum, and the work itself was of sufficient complexity as to draw him back in, keep him engaged. Too engaged, occasionally.

At times, Daxton would halt in his work, only to realise just how many hours had passed; sometimes they brought him well into the night. When these moments occurred, it was necessary to stop and mentally retrace his steps, to ensure he had not employed methods in his work that were not considered socially acceptable, even down here in the Department of Mysteries (and, if he had, that they were neither recorded nor easily attributed to some other method). For the most part, however, did not allow himself to get carried away like that. It was necessary to always be in command of what he was doing, no matter how interesting the work or the research started to become; Daxton was determined not to give the Ministry the best of his mind, just as he felt it prudent to maintain his grip on the worst of it while in the building.

That still left plenty of genius to be applied to the work he did. No one could accuse him of holding anything back - no one who knew the depths of his capabilities, at least.

At the present moment, Daxton sat on a wheeled stool, using one creeping foot to gradually scoot himself around the Encephalon tank. He paused intermittently, apparently inspecting the brains inside with a fixed, intense stare. Then he would make a note - or several pages of notes - on the stack of parchment on his clipboard, before rolling quietly along to the next. Always in complete silence. Always maintaining that unwavering attention. And yet always, as ever, alert to the chamber around him.

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Felixir Book Club Mod Alley Proprietor Banshee Join Date: Dec 2008 Location: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Posts: 50,130 Hogwarts RPG Name: Charlie Upstead Gryffindor Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Aurelio Kaiser Slytherin Second Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Ezekiel Ransom-Kruus Ollivanders x12 x12	quick oneshot post Lovely™ \| Captain Hurted \| Ariana's Bane \| Resident Antagonist \| Unparalleled Delight Having just returned to the Ministry after a period of sick leave lasting no more than two weeks - not ideal, but also admittedly not unnecessary - Daxton had resumed his work as though there had been no pause, no interruption. This was not difficult, as he kept his interactions with others to an absolute minimum, and the work itself was of sufficient complexity as to draw him back in, keep him engaged. Too engaged, occasionally. At times, Daxton would halt in his work, only to realise just how many hours had passed; sometimes they brought him well into the night. When these moments occurred, it was necessary to stop and mentally retrace his steps, to ensure he had not employed methods in his work that were not considered socially acceptable, even down here in the Department of Mysteries (and, if he had, that they were neither recorded nor easily attributed to some other method). For the most part, however, did not allow himself to get carried away like that. It was necessary to always be in command of what he was doing, no matter how interesting the work or the research started to become; Daxton was determined not to give the Ministry the best of his mind, just as he felt it prudent to maintain his grip on the worst of it while in the building. That still left plenty of genius to be applied to the work he did. No one could accuse him of holding anything back - no one who knew the depths of his capabilities, at least. At the present moment, Daxton sat on a wheeled stool, using one creeping foot to gradually scoot himself around the Encephalon tank. He paused intermittently, apparently inspecting the brains inside with a fixed, intense stare. Then he would make a note - or several pages of notes - on the stack of parchment on his clipboard, before rolling quietly along to the next. Always in complete silence. Always maintaining that unwavering attention. And yet always, as ever, alert to the chamber around him. __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Chocolate!