There was a perk to being first through the door, as he stepped aside. And it was this: Nicky Iver took just a few long strides and then hopped right up on Professor Hirsch's desk, crossing one long leg over the other and letting them swing.

"I wasn't coming back, you know," she said, waiting for him to close the door. So, you know, this conversation was one that wasn't supposed to be necessary.

"But I am, so..." the girl shrugged, pulling a piece of gum out of her pocket and unwrapping it. Popping it into her mouth she chewed. "So, I've got two things."

Bubble blown.

Pop.

No answer after he had knocked.

Great, then he could turn around without feeling like a fool and pretend he had never been---- oh...

Mason sighed as he heard a voice saying he could come inside the office and after a calming breath he opened the door. Stepping inside, he could not help but look around in curiousity. It was a habit of him to look around whenever he gotten somewhere new. The office was certainly not how he had pictured it would be.

Closing the door behind him, the newly Ravenclaw walked further until he was at the desk the Professor was behind and stood still behind the chair in front of it. "Hi, i'm Mason, i was wondering if--" his dark brown eyes fell on the stack of books and he smiled a little."Nice book collection" he commented before looking back at the man.

Wait, what had he wanted to say again? The books had distracted him.

Well that was dominant of her.

Hirsch watched as she strode past him and, before he could do anything about it, took over his desk completely. This was not a situation in which he'd been in before and so, he found himself rooted to the spot, one hand still on the door handle. Uh. He was sure that this wasn't called for and it wasn't something she'd do to any other professor so why him? Surely, he wasn't a pushover and could assert some sense of respect?

Considering how mad she'd been the last time they talked, he let her sit there. For now. The door could close but he was only going to take a few steps forward and stand right there and listen to whatever it is that she had to say to him. Which, apparently, included mentioning that she hadn't been thinking about coming back? Weird. "Why didn't you want to come back?" If it had anything to do with the club, the man would feel even more uncomfortable now than he had been. Which was saying something.

Two things. That was all. Two things. "Okay, I'm listening."

And cue an eyebrow!raise at the pop of the bubble.

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No answer after he had knocked.

Great, then he could turn around without feeling like a fool and pretend he had never been---- oh...

Mason sighed as he heard a voice saying he could come inside the office and after a calming breath he opened the door. Stepping inside, he could not help but look around in curiousity. It was a habit of him to look around whenever he gotten somewhere new. The office was certainly not how he had pictured it would be.

Closing the door behind him, the newly Ravenclaw walked further until he was at the desk the Professor was behind and stood still behind the chair in front of it. "Hi, i'm Mason, i was wondering if--" his dark brown eyes fell on the stack of books and he smiled a little."Nice book collection" he commented before looking back at the man.

Wait, what had he wanted to say again? The books had distracted him.

The letter had just been stuffed into its envelope again when the door opened. Curious, Hirsch looked up and noticed the new Ravenclaw student who had been Sorted very recently. Was this a mark of an eager person? He hoped so. There was nothing wrong with seeing your professors because you were that eager and curious. Just saying.

But the boy. He watched curiously as the boy approached him, introduce himself and then turned to comment on the bookshelf. Huh. "Thank you. They're my personal Defensive books collection," Not that you can learn these things solely off of literature but keeping the better ones around never hurt. "I prefer the physical approach but the books are a great read."

Right. Back to the topic at hand. "It's nice to meet you, Mason. I'm Professor Hirsch." Though, he might've known that part already.

"Good to meet you as well , Sir" he said as he placed his hands on the back of the chair. He hadn't told he could sit down yet and he wasn't a rude person (only when needed to be) so he continued to stand.

His eyes went to the books again as the Professor spoke about them and he nodded absentmindly. "Actually, its why im here." not that he wanted to have the books but for some advice or anything that could help him get him through his OWL. "You see," he said as he looked at the Professor again. "I've spend my first four years at Durmstrang and i don't know if you know" Hopefully he wasn't telling a big school secret now... "But the school mainly focuses on studying and..." he made a face to show his dislike " practising the Dark Arts" he wondered if he'd get that *look*. His parents had given it to him when he had first told about his classes. "So i'm pretty good with curses and hexes but i'm not that great with the Defence part against the dark arts" he sighed, glad that that part was over. "So i was wondering if i could get some advice for my upcoming OWL or get a spell list i could practise through the year or even books i can borrow?"

Oh. He hadn't asked the boy to sit down? That was rude of him, wasn't it? "Sorry, feel free to take a seat." Don't let him be the only one relaxing here.

A Durmstrang student, eh? Hirsch couldn't help but smirk ever so slightly. Did the boy realise who he was talking to? Because this German knew exactly what that school taught in terms of Dark Arts and Defence. It might've been better, who knew, but the stigma was still there. "I knew very well about Durmstrang and its love for Dark Arts. I went there myself." And no, he wasn't about to turn out to be a secret dark wizard who was posing as a professor. He would've chosen a better look for himself.

This was what made him happy. The idea of a student wanting to learn more in terms of defence. Everyone needed it, after all. But even so, no force on this earth could stop the Defence Professor from pulling a face at one of the boy's suggestions. "Books?! Books are all good and can teach you enough about the theory but practice is essential." Keep that in mind, okay?

As for the spells list, it was lucky that the man had just the thing. he pulled out a drawer on his right and started rummaging around until he found a folder. It was a simple folder with far too many pieces of parchment in there, one of which he pulled out. The parchment said 'fifth year' at the very top and, taking up a quill, he started underlining various spells here and there.

"Here," he said, handing the parchment over when he was done, "That's a general list of spells for fifth years and the ones underlined are the defensive spells in particular. Shield charms, in particular. They should help." Remember to practice, okay? "What kind of advice would you like?"

In actual fact, it was highly for Daxton to skip a meeting like this. Miss out on exactly what was being thought and said about him by others? Not a chance. It was information, and it was negative attention; two things Daxton thrived on.

He kept his eyes on his book even as he heard the door open, and only looked up from the page - folding down its already well dog-eared corner to mark his place - when Hirsch spoke his name. For a moment, Daxton stared at this man that he had been so preoccupied with hating for the past two years, and who was now one of the only familiar faces in the faculty. He gave him a long, piercing look - not quite what one might expect from a student who had been summoned to see his Head of House - before getting to his feet and heading into the office.

...

Orange.

And.

Teal.

The site of the interior made Daxton feel almost like his eyes wanted to throw up, but seeing as that was a physical impossibility, he was the one feeling nauseous in their stead. Daxton's usually expressionless face morphed into one of utter distaste and disgust, as he took in the site of the office. The office that was practically begging to be cleansed with fire.

It had looked much better in Dakest's day.

Glancing across to the (hideous) desk, Daxton noted what looked to be a letter, right in front of the seat that Hirsch was sure to have just vacated. He gave it no further acknowledgement, but instead cast his eyes around the rest of the (hideous) office. At once, the books on the shelf caught his eye, and Daxton immediately stepped towards them to investigate, and away from the (hideous) chair that he was likely supposed to be sitting himself in. He made sure to keep Hirsch in his light of sight at all times.

Once at the books, he scanned the visible titles, and raised his hand as though to pick one of them out... before changing his mind at the last minute, and tugging at the handle of a drawer on one of the (many) (hideous) chests of drawers that lined the room.

Daxton Prince was ever so curious.

(And Hirsch's office was hideous.)

Oh Merlin's Beard the man finally took the hint that he had wanted to sit down. Gladly pulling out the chair and sitting on it, the Ravenclaw leaned his back against the chair. Much better.

Hearing that his Head of House had been in Durmstrang as well caused Mason to look at him with a surprised expression on his face. "You were?"he asked. "You mean as a student or did you only teach there?" No matter what the answer would be it would be pretty amazing to have an adult around who knew about the differences between the schools. "I was sorted in Ucilena when i first arrived" he remembered it as yesterday. Despite him not liking Durmstrang that much, he still got a special place for his sorting. Atleast they knew where he belonged unlike Hogwarts who wanted to sort him in three of the Houses.

As someone who looked people directly at their faces when having a converstation with them, Mason took note of the subtle happiness that spread across the man's face when he mentioned wanted to learn more about Defence but he got confused when it dropped when he mentioned books. Whats wrong with books? books were amazing!

"Oh right..." his reason did sound understandable. "I prefer books though. I like reading theory but i know it's only half the thing" he opened up his bag that he had placed on his lap when he had taken a seat and pulled out a book. "I'm currently reading this" he said as he held up his copy of Guide to Advanced Occlumency by Maxwell Barnett. "It would be a cool thing if i can actually do this but i'm mostly just reading about it" he shrugged his shoulders and placed the book back in his bag. "Guess i just like knowing bits about everything, it does come in handy sometimes" like when showing off.


Trying to look at the folder by reading some of the words upside down as the man was underlining some spells and when it was handed to him the Ravenclaw took it. He turned it around so that he could read it and when he was done he ....was unsure what to do with it....was this his now? Or ? Playing safe, the fifth year placed it on the desk in front of him. If he didn't take it back by the end of the meeting, he was putting it in his bag.

"Advice?" he repeated and thought for a moment. "Well..." he looked at the list of spells and casually asked. "Can you tell me which spells will be used during O.W.Ls? so that i can practise them?" ahem, he totally wasn't trying to cheat right now.

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In actual fact, it was highly for Daxton to skip a meeting like this. Miss out on exactly what was being thought and said about him by others? Not a chance. It was information, and it was negative attention; two things Daxton thrived on.

He kept his eyes on his book even as he heard the door open, and only looked up from the page - folding down its already well dog-eared corner to mark his place - when Hirsch spoke his name. For a moment, Daxton stared at this man that he had been so preoccupied with hating for the past two years, and who was now one of the only familiar faces in the faculty. He gave him a long, piercing look - not quite what one might expect from a student who had been summoned to see his Head of House - before getting to his feet and heading into the office.

...

Orange.

And.

Teal.

The site of the interior made Daxton feel almost like his eyes wanted to throw up, but seeing as that was a physical impossibility, he was the one feeling nauseous in their stead. Daxton's usually expressionless face morphed into one of utter distaste and disgust, as he took in the site of the office. The office that was practically begging to be cleansed with fire.

It had looked much better in Dakest's day.

Glancing across to the (hideous) desk, Daxton noted what looked to be a letter, right in front of the seat that Hirsch was sure to have just vacated. He gave it no further acknowledgement, but instead cast his eyes around the rest of the (hideous) office. At once, the books on the shelf caught his eye, and Daxton immediately stepped towards them to investigate, and away from the (hideous) chair that he was likely supposed to be sitting himself in. He made sure to keep Hirsch in his light of sight at all times.

Once at the books, he scanned the visible titles, and raised his hand as though to pick one of them out... before changing his mind at the last minute, and tugging at the handle of a drawer on one of the (many) (hideous) chests of drawers that lined the room.

Daxton Prince was ever so curious.

(And Hirsch's office was hideous.)

Hirsch wasn't entirely sure what to make of this look. On the one hand, he was glad that it hadn't been a look of disgust and on the other hand, he was slightly concerned about what this look meant. He'd grown quite used to that look of hatred from the young Ravenclaw.

Nevertheless, he let the boy pass by before closing the door and moving over towards his desk. The look on Daxton's face in response to his office had been missed in the man'a attempt to clear his desk and, not so subtley, fold the letter up and place it off to one side.

Settling down in his chair, Hirsch looked up in time to see Daxton moving over towards the bookshelves. He didn't have a problem with this whatsoever but what he did have a slight problem with was the tugging of a drawer, as if the boy was going to find some kind of treasure in there.

"You're not going to find anything of interest in there, Mr Prince," Unless you counted some paperwork and extra books on slightly darker subjects as interesting. "Come and take a seat." Yes, near the hideous desk.

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Oh Merlin's Beard the man finally took the hint that he had wanted to sit down. Gladly pulling out the chair and sitting on it, the Ravenclaw leaned his back against the chair. Much better.

Hearing that his Head of House had been in Durmstrang as well caused Mason to look at him with a surprised expression on his face. "You were?"he asked. "You mean as a student or did you only teach there?" No matter what the answer would be it would be pretty amazing to have an adult around who knew about the differences between the schools. "I was sorted in Ucilena when i first arrived" he remembered it as yesterday. Despite him not liking Durmstrang that much, he still got a special place for his sorting. Atleast they knew where he belonged unlike Hogwarts who wanted to sort him in three of the Houses.

As someone who looked people directly at their faces when having a converstation with them, Mason took note of the subtle happiness that spread across the man's face when he mentioned wanted to learn more about Defence but he got confused when it dropped when he mentioned books. Whats wrong with books? books were amazing!

"Oh right..." his reason did sound understandable. "I prefer books though. I like reading theory but i know it's only half the thing" he opened up his bag that he had placed on his lap when he had taken a seat and pulled out a book. "I'm currently reading this" he said as he held up his copy of Guide to Advanced Occlumency by Maxwell Barnett. "It would be a cool thing if i can actually do this but i'm mostly just reading about it" he shrugged his shoulders and placed the book back in his bag. "Guess i just like knowing bits about everything, it does come in handy sometimes" like when showing off.


Trying to look at the folder by reading some of the words upside down as the man was underlining some spells and when it was handed to him the Ravenclaw took it. He turned it around so that he could read it and when he was done he ....was unsure what to do with it....was this his now? Or ? Playing safe, the fifth year placed it on the desk in front of him. If he didn't take it back by the end of the meeting, he was putting it in his bag.

"Advice?" he repeated and thought for a moment. "Well..." he looked at the list of spells and casually asked. "Can you tell me which spells will be used during O.W.Ls? so that i can practise them?" ahem, he totally wasn't trying to cheat right now.

Well, that was certainly a change of expression, wasn't it? The man was quite amused by it but decided not to dwell on this change. Being someone fron Durmstrang who enjoyed defensive magic always raised a few eyebrows, as well as the tattoos and general unprofessor-like demeanour so this was something he was used to very much. "I was a student there and I did defensive magic and combat outside of classes as well because, like you mentioned, they're a bit sparse in that department." Shame, really. "Did you like it there?"

He preferred books? This baffled the man slightly. Books. They weren't bad resources but, from his perspective, they weren't the best. At least, not for his subject. "Learning the theory is known to help you grasp the concept better." So if that helped him, he didn't see why Mason couldn't continue with it. Speaking of books, Hirsch found himself sitting up a bit more when he was shown a book, clearly interested if his expression was anything to go by. "Occlumency!" he exclaimed, "Interesting topic. Are you thinking about learning how to close your mind?" Properly, mind you. With enough practice.

If he did, Hirsch wasn't sure how to mention how difficult the spell was. Breaking a student'a heart wasn't on his agenda.

Hirsch was a Little surprised that Mason hadn't immediately taken the list of spells and out it away but decided not to mention it. Did he know that it was his now? Because this professor had spares. The question earned the boy a curious look from this man. Advice? Huh. "The Defence OWL likes to focus on, well, how well you can defend yourself from an attack. So learning those spells that I've underlined will help you for it, that's for sure. Note that some of them work better in some situations but not all. For example, some creatures might be able to cast magic that can drive through a magical shield or forms of magic so you can conjure up a solid one in that case." Understood?

"You'll be placed in a situation where you have to be on your guard at all times. You can't be half asleep doing this OWL. Constant vigilance is key. Learn how to harness that, learn how to think on your feet and learn those protective spells as well as some hexes and jinxes and you'll be fine." Should he mention that it made him quite happy that the Ravenclaw was taking this topic seriously so early on in the year?

As a matter of fact, Daxton did count those things as interesting. In fact, anything that he was steered away from, that he was not supposed to be looking at - including paperwork and extra books on slightly darker subjects - were considered to be very interesting indeed. Ravenclaws were supposed to be intelligent, and a certain degree of curiosity definitely accompanied that when it came to Daxton Prince.

He stayed stood exactly where he was for a few more moments, considering the drawer and other things, before stepping away and back towards the desk. The hideous desk.

Sitting himself down into a seat, Daxton turned his attention back to Hirsch, glancing at him for only a second before looking back to the letter on the desk, which had by now changed position. He paused for just a moment, then leaned back in the chair - casual, but not relaxed, and not at all with the body language that might be expected from someone who was facing either a superior, or anyone in a position of authority... perhaps because he saw Hirsch as neither of those things. While he waited for his Head of House to speak, Daxton looked, not at Hirsch, but just past him, and folded his arms across his chest.

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As a matter of fact, Daxton did count those things as interesting. In fact, anything that he was steered away from, that he was not supposed to be looking at - including paperwork and extra books on slightly darker subjects - were considered to be very interesting indeed. Ravenclaws were supposed to be intelligent, and a certain degree of curiosity definitely accompanied that when it came to Daxton Prince.

He stayed stood exactly where he was for a few more moments, considering the drawer and other things, before stepping away and back towards the desk. The hideous desk.

Sitting himself down into a seat, Daxton turned his attention back to Hirsch, glancing at him for only a second before looking back to the letter on the desk, which had by now changed position. He paused for just a moment, then leaned back in the chair - casual, but not relaxed, and not at all with the body language that might be expected from someone who was facing either a superior, or anyone in a position of authority... perhaps because he saw Hirsch as neither of those things. While he waited for his Head of House to speak, Daxton looked, not at Hirsch, but just past him, and folded his arms across his chest.

If he was completely honest with himself, he half expected the Ravenclaw to silently protest at being told what to do, especially by someone he, Hirsch assumed, disliked. So the willingness to sit down by his desk was a welcomed one.

Even if the boy was displaying every sign of your average rebel just by sitting there.

Moving on, Hirsch leant his arms on the desk and clasped his hands, his eyes completely on the boy in front of him. "So, first of all, I wanted to ask how you're doing. How you're coping with your new year." Among other things he'd get into right after he heard Daxton's answer to his question. Which, on second thought, sounded a lot like he was forcing himself into awkward small talk.

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Was he in?? Please be in.

Yaaaaaaay

Noelle's smile brightened as she opened his door and peeked her head in. She saw him sitting there, looking as if he'd been there all day. "Hey Professor." She said warmly and comfortably. He was pretty much the only professor that didn't make her go into thats a grown up with authority over you mode. That was probably due to their year of defense training together. They had some tough emotional moments to conquer to get her to be better at defense.

"Mind if I talk to you a moment?" She was sure he would know what this was about. They had talked about auror training briefly at the end of the last school year.

Hirsch had very much gotten used to working on defensive magic with this girl so to see her in his office wasn't a surprise to him. In fact, he found himself smiling when he looked up to see her face peeking behind the door.

"Hello, Noelle! Yes, of course, come in," he said, gesturing to the seat in front of him. What were they going to talk about today? Defence? Auror-related things? Had she been doing any muggle forms of defence over the summer? Not that it was mandatory but it would ensure that she hadn't forgotten any of the combat side of defence she needed to know.

But those questions could wait. For now.

Noelle had gotten used to that smile. She knew when she had done good, and when she needed more work by that smile. It was no secret. Hirsch was her favorite professor.

She settled herself in the chair opposite of him, bringing her foot under her as usual. Todas topic: Auror Training. They'd talked about many different defenses. Hence the reason that Noelle went through MMA training for the first 2 weeks of summer. She had a blast with Ava.

"Okay so, " Because she was eager and ready to get right to it. "I know last year we had talked about auror training. I wanted to see what we were doing about that." She'd explained to him that she would be trying out for animagus training this year too. Not to mention, there were a few girls here that were working on hand-to-hand combat.

The eagerness on the girl's face showed. Really. It was a sure sign of the girl's dedication, particularly to the world of Defence.

Auror training? Hirsch's eyes, if possible, lit up even more at those words. Auror training. "First of all, I'm very pleased that you've decided to take this career path and learn more about the training aurors go through. Very pleased!" Did it show on his face? It probably did.

"Secondly, I have to warn you how rigorous and intense this training will be. I don't doubt your capabilities for one minute but it's not exactly the easiest path in the book." A lot of hard work needed to be applied to this field. "Considering your extra curricular activities and the things you've achieved, I do think that this is a good path for you."

Didn't she come here wanting to know more pieces of information? "So, Auror Training. I have a room dedicated to Auror Training. In there, I'll post assignments geared towards Auror practice and more advanced Defensive magic and combat. You'll get the training you need but I have to warn you, it'll be a bit......... softer than normal Auror Training." Because his students weren't getting hurt. End of.

Though internally there was all manner of eyebrow-raising and scoffing at the question Hirsch delivered, Daxton remained as stoic and impassive as ever. He sat, arms still folded, the fingers of one hand tapping out a rhythm on his ribs, and looked straight past Hirsch for a long moment.

The seconds ticked by, during which Daxton tried to decide if he would respond in the written form, through gesture, or indeed whether he would respond at all. He kept his eyes fixed on one point, and continued in his attempts to ignore the nauseating decor of the room creeping into the periphery of his vision.

In the end, he gave one simple shrug of his shoulders. A useless answer to a useless question, but Daxton doubted that Hirsch cared how well he was coping at all.

No, not doubted. He downright did not believe it.

Moving on.

Noelle was sitting up straight. Her attention was directly on Professor Hirsch. It wasnt often that she didnt have even a glimpse of a smile on her face. But she meant serious business.

And it was apparent that he could tell.

Noelle nodded and felt like she should be taking notes. She licked her lips, concentrating on what he was saying. She knew that it would be hard work. She was already preparing herself for it. It was apparent by the extra help she was already getting from the professor.

Okay. The auror room. Noelle actually knew where that was. She had bypassed it a few times. Curious. "Right. Do you know when the first one will be? And is there anything else that I will need to be doing that can help with the training? "

Was she nervous about the training? Oh heck yes. Was she willing to do it? More than anyone could guess. This wasnt just for her. This was for others as well. What if she oculd handle the safer version of auror training..???


"Hey Professor...." She asked.... not wanting to sound vulnerable infront of him but... she was curious. "Do you think I can do this?"

As he shuffled into the Professor's office, Blaise was already formulating his game plan. No matter what, the Professor would be right. He would nod at all the appropriate times and look remorseful at all the appropriate times. If it called for it, he'd offer to clean the man's office and personally take him his meals in here for a week. There was absolutely no reason for this to spiral into something much larger that might end up getting back to his parents. Nope.

Perfect behaviour, he was on that now.

The Gryffindor moved to the centre of the room, opting against sitting until told to do so BECAUSE MANNERS. See how much work he was putting into this? Loads and loads.

Brown eyes drifted about the room as he remembered the last time he'd been in this office. It was just a year ago when he'd adamantly insisted on being removed from the dueling roster before he could further make a fool of himself. Professor Hirsch seemed like a reasonable man back then. There was noooo need to think this would suddenly go horribly.

He hoped.

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Though internally there was all manner of eyebrow-raising and scoffing at the question Hirsch delivered, Daxton remained as stoic and impassive as ever. He sat, arms still folded, the fingers of one hand tapping out a rhythm on his ribs, and looked straight past Hirsch for a long moment.

The seconds ticked by, during which Daxton tried to decide if he would respond in the written form, through gesture, or indeed whether he would respond at all. He kept his eyes fixed on one point, and continued in his attempts to ignore the nauseating decor of the room creeping into the periphery of his vision.

In the end, he gave one simple shrug of his shoulders. A useless answer to a useless question, but Daxton doubted that Hirsch cared how well he was coping at all.

No, not doubted. He downright did not believe it.

Moving on.

No matter what the boy was thinking, Hirsch actually did care. In fact, he cared a lot more for his students than he did for most of the adults in his life, even if some of his students proved to test him sometimes. It was just the way the man happened to be programmed.

But this answer? This answer was useless and told him nothing apart from the fact that Daxton Prince was choosing to be difficult. A fact that didn't make him too happy at all.

Hirsch frowned slightly. His hands were now clasped and sitting in front of him on the desk and he took a moment to glance down at it. "Well, I've received a letter from your mother about her health," As soon as he'd said this, he looked up at the boy sitting opposite him, as if to see if he was going to get any kind of reaction out of it. "The fact that she's unwell and you've had to stay elsewhere. What I want to know is whether there's anything I, or the school, can do to help."

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Noelle was sitting up straight. Her attention was directly on Professor Hirsch. It wasnt often that she didnt have even a glimpse of a smile on her face. But she meant serious business.

And it was apparent that he could tell.

Noelle nodded and felt like she should be taking notes. She licked her lips, concentrating on what he was saying. She knew that it would be hard work. She was already preparing herself for it. It was apparent by the extra help she was already getting from the professor.

Okay. The auror room. Noelle actually knew where that was. She had bypassed it a few times. Curious. "Right. Do you know when the first one will be? And is there anything else that I will need to be doing that can help with the training? "

Was she nervous about the training? Oh heck yes. Was she willing to do it? More than anyone could guess. This wasnt just for her. This was for others as well. What if she oculd handle the safer version of auror training..???


"Hey Professor...." She asked.... not wanting to sound vulnerable infront of him but... she was curious. "Do you think I can do this?"

That look of complete concentration hadn't gone amiss. In fact, it gave him an even clearer indication that this was no joke to her.

Good.

The first session? Hirsch paused slightly to think about his schedule. There were bound to be a few clashes and seeing as he couldn't be everywhere at once, that wouldn't do. Uh. "I could free up some time towards the end of next week. I'll post up the first assignment and send a message out when it's ready." So she had something to look forward to - or dread - over the coming week. "I'd say the key is to just keep on practising. The more practice you get, the better. If you don't want to practice with the dummies, I'd suggest asking Zeke Browne or Franklin Paton or Hadleigh Lynch if they want to. They are three of the best and Mr Paton is training to be an Auror as well."

And then she asked a heavy question.

And Hirsch? Hirsch, despite himself, just smiled. Sure, it required him to be completely honest but it was the innocence of the question that got him smiling. "I think so. Between you and me, you're already better at combat and defensive magic than most of your peers and you've worked hard for it. Auror Training will push you, yes, but I would be very shocked if I got a letter from you saying that you didn't make it." Hint hint.

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As he shuffled into the Professor's office, Blaise was already formulating his game plan. No matter what, the Professor would be right. He would nod at all the appropriate times and look remorseful at all the appropriate times. If it called for it, he'd offer to clean the man's office and personally take him his meals in here for a week. There was absolutely no reason for this to spiral into something much larger that might end up getting back to his parents. Nope.

Perfect behaviour, he was on that now.

The Gryffindor moved to the centre of the room, opting against sitting until told to do so BECAUSE MANNERS. See how much work he was putting into this? Loads and loads.

Brown eyes drifted about the room as he remembered the last time he'd been in this office. It was just a year ago when he'd adamantly insisted on being removed from the dueling roster before he could further make a fool of himself. Professor Hirsch seemed like a reasonable man back then. There was noooo need to think this would suddenly go horribly.

He hoped.

If he was completely honest with himself, he'd rather not do this because no matter what he did or said, he was always going to come across as the bad guy. There was no going around it. He was sure that as soon as this chat finished, there were going to be some muttering, some name-callings and even a vow to care very little about him or the subject he taught. Not a nice thought, was it?

Eh.

Unlike Blaise, Hirsch didn't stay standing for too long. As soon as he saw that the boy had entered the room, he moved over to take his seat. Might as well get comfortable if he was about to have a little, uh, chat with him. But it seemed as though the Gryffindor had other ideas because, once seated, he looked up to see him standing right in the middle of the room. Odd. "Come and take a seat." Unless he didn't want to be comfortable.

"So," he started, pausing a little dramatically, "What happened back in that class and why do you think I wasn't impressed with your behaviour?"

There was the go ahead. Tentatively, the Gryffindor sunk into his seat, those warm brown eyes now locked and never leaving the Professor for even a second. So far so good with this polite thing, though whether it was polite to leave his quill writing during this meeting, he wasn't sure. Would Professor Hirsch mind? He didn't typically when the boy came for visits--nevermind how seldom those were.

Ah and there was the question he'd been expecting. In truth, Blaise saw both coming and had long decided that the dramatics in class...were not to be repeated. Not if he wanted this going well.

The 14 year old took a deep breath, knowing he'd have to give a proper answer or risk whatever hidden rage Hirsch might possess. It was...kinda like Professor Airey. He'd seemed real chill but when that food fight happened, there was suddenly a frickin' VEIN sticking out of the man's head. Did Hirsch have a vein that stuck out at all the appropriate times? Somehow, he wasn't so sure he wanted to find out.

"I think....you weren't impressed because you expected that I'd settle down but I continued to make a mockery of the class and the YATI guest person." That was usually why people weren't impressed, yeah? "What happened was, I took a joke too far and no one found it funny." Exceeeeept himself. He thought it was pretty funny; he'd enjoyed it but, ahem, couldn't say THAT now could he?

At Hirsch's words, Daxton's own eyes flicked to the the letter on the desk, then back to Hirsch, but gave no other discernible reaction. Inside, however, he began evaluating and analysing the information presented to him. Of course his mother had written to the school; it made sense that she would, and Daxton happened to know that she had made a habit of updating certain people at Hogwarts on his situation quite regularly. It had been her meddling, her interfering that meant that the staff at this infernal school already knew more about him than they needed to, and certainly more than he wanted them to know. The thing about Daxton's mother, was that she did not understand his desire for absolute privacy - nor, apparently, did she realise that he was totally independent, and did not need her or anyone.

There had been a moment of silence after Hirsch had stopped talking, wherein Daxton had simply stared into space, considering his answer. Perhaps it appeared as though he was not going to answer at all, but that was not the case. After half a minute had passed, Daxton retrieved his notebook and muggle ballpoint pen from his pocket, his movements slow and deliberate, and flipped to a fresh page. Balancing the notebook on his knees, he wrote one simple sentence, before holding it up to be read.

'I do not have a mother.'

A lie. Or was it really a lie? She was his mother, but only because he had agreed to it, and if one could agree to something, they could surely later change their mind. No, he did not have a mother; he had someone who pretended to be a mother, and then who fell ill, who refused to be healed properly, who was willing to abandon him - in more ways than one - just like all the rest had done, because she was no different. Not really.

Daxton waited for a moment for that to be read, then turned the notebook back to himself, wrote something on the next line, and repeated the action of showing the page to Hirsch. His face remained devoid of emotion.

'And I do not need help from anyone.'

Noelle's brain was reaming with all the information she was receiving from todays visit. It wasn't even as informational as his training sessions but just the hope of becoming better, stronger, faster, and one step closer to becoming the best she can be, was making her beyond excited.

She didn't want to seem like the airhead bimbo that she'd been called before though. Apparently she smiled too much and didn't take things seriously enough. Obviously that person didn't know her well, but she didn't want that view of her being viewed by Hirsch. She wanted to be taken seriously. Because she may have been smaller ahem, she was also still growing everyday, but she was a force to be reckon with.

Noelle nodded at Professor Hirsch though. "Okay, that sounds great. Ill be there." Whatever her schedule, this was going to be the most important, she'd make time. Her schedule was always crazy. Potions tutoring, animagus training, auror training. Noelle had to give up her precious dueling this year. She had LOVED it, but there were more important things. Zeke, Hady, and Frankie. She knew of Frankie and may have talked to him once or twice, but it was her sister that she was already training with, that would give her the most help. Hady and her already secretly met in the RoR every Thursday night to train in various different settings. Dueling, Defense, and potions. She didn't know what she would do next year when she was gone. She'd have to talk with Hirsch about that. She who else he would recommend then.

But what Noelle like most about this conversation was at the end. She couldn't help the hopeful smile that sprang to her lips. It stretched across her face. "Yeah??" Was all she could muster to say before wiggling excitedly in her seat. But then ... she needed to be serious. "Don't worry Professor, I promise to make you proud."

She planned on keeping that promise.

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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo

There was the go ahead. Tentatively, the Gryffindor sunk into his seat, those warm brown eyes now locked and never leaving the Professor for even a second. So far so good with this polite thing, though whether it was polite to leave his quill writing during this meeting, he wasn't sure. Would Professor Hirsch mind? He didn't typically when the boy came for visits--nevermind how seldom those were.

Ah and there was the question he'd been expecting. In truth, Blaise saw both coming and had long decided that the dramatics in class...were not to be repeated. Not if he wanted this going well.

The 14 year old took a deep breath, knowing he'd have to give a proper answer or risk whatever hidden rage Hirsch might possess. It was...kinda like Professor Airey. He'd seemed real chill but when that food fight happened, there was suddenly a frickin' VEIN sticking out of the man's head. Did Hirsch have a vein that stuck out at all the appropriate times? Somehow, he wasn't so sure he wanted to find out.

"I think....you weren't impressed because you expected that I'd settle down but I continued to make a mockery of the class and the YATI guest person." That was usually why people weren't impressed, yeah? "What happened was, I took a joke too far and no one found it funny." Exceeeeept himself. He thought it was pretty funny; he'd enjoyed it but, ahem, couldn't say THAT now could he?

No, Hirsch didn't mind the quill one bit. He knew it would be better than to ask the boy to put his quill away. After all, didn't the boy say that if he was in the face of danger, he'd get his quill to record everything in the most heroic way possible?

So yes, the quill could stay. He was just going to ignore it.

If he was completely honest with himself, he half-expected the Gryffindor to give him a sassy answer in return. An answer that was reminiscent of the lesson they had just had. So, when the fourth year actually spoke, Hirsch was actually pleasantly surprised with the answer. Though, he hardly thought it was a joke in any sense but this was a better answer than he had expected so he was going to brush the joke part aside.

"Exactly," he said, nodding his head slightly, "Not only were you talking while I was teaching, which is disrespectful I'll have you know, but you insulted a guest and mocked an apology instead of saying a simple 'I'm sorry'. Which then fuelled another argument and upset quite a few people." Pause. "I don't care what the history behind that mockery was and it doesn't bother me that you dislike the Toussaints but there's a time and a place and a lesson isn't one of them. In these situations, you need to learn to swallow your pride and hold your tongue." Understood?

Deep breaths.

"I...... am going to have to impose some kind of consequence because of this."

Text Cut: Daxton

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Originally Posted by Felixir

At Hirsch's words, Daxton's own eyes flicked to the the letter on the desk, then back to Hirsch, but gave no other discernible reaction. Inside, however, he began evaluating and analysing the information presented to him. Of course his mother had written to the school; it made sense that she would, and Daxton happened to know that she had made a habit of updating certain people at Hogwarts on his situation quite regularly. It had been her meddling, her interfering that meant that the staff at this infernal school already knew more about him than they needed to, and certainly more than he wanted them to know. The thing about Daxton's mother, was that she did not understand his desire for absolute privacy - nor, apparently, did she realise that he was totally independent, and did not need her or anyone.

There had been a moment of silence after Hirsch had stopped talking, wherein Daxton had simply stared into space, considering his answer. Perhaps it appeared as though he was not going to answer at all, but that was not the case. After half a minute had passed, Daxton retrieved his notebook and muggle ballpoint pen from his pocket, his movements slow and deliberate, and flipped to a fresh page. Balancing the notebook on his knees, he wrote one simple sentence, before holding it up to be read.

'I do not have a mother.'

A lie. Or was it really a lie? She was his mother, but only because he had agreed to it, and if one could agree to something, they could surely later change their mind. No, he did not have a mother; he had someone who pretended to be a mother, and then who fell ill, who refused to be healed properly, who was willing to abandon him - in more ways than one - just like all the rest had done, because she was no different. Not really.

Daxton waited for a moment for that to be read, then turned the notebook back to himself, wrote something on the next line, and repeated the action of showing the page to Hirsch. His face remained devoid of emotion.

'And I do not need help from anyone.'

It turned out that he wasn't going to get any kind of reaction from Daxton Prince. He would be lying if he said that he hadn't been expecting a blank expression but this was stretching it a little. Was the boy that disinterested in whatever it is he had to say? This was all very important, surely a reaction was necessary?

.......... Which he then got. In the form of a note.

Hirsch was curious to see whatever it was that the boy was writing down but as soon as he read the words, he deflated slightly. He didn't have a mother?! That was harsh, wasn't it? "The woman who's been looking after you all these years isn't your mother?" He found this hard to believe and his tone, along his with the expression on his face, could plainly tell that that was the case. However, he marched onwards. "Well, your mother is concerned. She wants you to see someone with whom you can talk about any other issues you may be having. Someone who could provide you with some medical knowledge and who could provide you with the support you need. Is that something you'd like?"

Deep breath. "I also need to talk to you about concerns I have about your schooling." At this, he paused rather dramatically to push his glasses further up his nose before continuing, "Your attendance is atrocious. You cannot possibly look towards passing your OWLs if you don't attend your lessons, at the very least. They're mandatory, after all, and you could be missing out on some crucial information that could come up in your exams." Boring but true. "In saying that, though, the little pieces of homework that you have handed in," That was a whole new concern right there. "have been exceptional. They show some kind of potential and show that you're a smart kid. Apply yourself in the right way and you could go far." Which might be a slim possibility if he didn't attend his lessons.

And now came the heavier topic he needed to discuss with the boy. But instead of bombarding him with pieces of information that he knew, the Defence Professor opted for another tactic. "Tell me about these fights you've been part of." And the shoplifting case, while he was at it.

And yes, he could write it down if he wanted.

Text Cut: Noelle

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Originally Posted by ChanceCoeur

Noelle's brain was reaming with all the information she was receiving from todays visit. It wasn't even as informational as his training sessions but just the hope of becoming better, stronger, faster, and one step closer to becoming the best she can be, was making her beyond excited.

She didn't want to seem like the airhead bimbo that she'd been called before though. Apparently she smiled too much and didn't take things seriously enough. Obviously that person didn't know her well, but she didn't want that view of her being viewed by Hirsch. She wanted to be taken seriously. Because she may have been smaller ahem, she was also still growing everyday, but she was a force to be reckon with.

Noelle nodded at Professor Hirsch though. "Okay, that sounds great. Ill be there." Whatever her schedule, this was going to be the most important, she'd make time. Her schedule was always crazy. Potions tutoring, animagus training, auror training. Noelle had to give up her precious dueling this year. She had LOVED it, but there were more important things. Zeke, Hady, and Frankie. She knew of Frankie and may have talked to him once or twice, but it was her sister that she was already training with, that would give her the most help. Hady and her already secretly met in the RoR every Thursday night to train in various different settings. Dueling, Defense, and potions. She didn't know what she would do next year when she was gone. She'd have to talk with Hirsch about that. She who else he would recommend then.

But what Noelle like most about this conversation was at the end. She couldn't help the hopeful smile that sprang to her lips. It stretched across her face. "Yeah??" Was all she could muster to say before wiggling excitedly in her seat. But then ... she needed to be serious. "Don't worry Professor, I promise to make you proud."

She planned on keeping that promise.

She was being very quiet during this little meeting. It was a fact to be noted and one that, he hoped, didn't mean that she was being presented with too much information at once. Or that she didn't understand what it was he was trying to say.

But, it seemed, he didn't need to worry about that because that nod told him everything he needed to know. "Excellent! I'll have to start planning something challenging enough, then." What, he didn't quite know, but it was going to have to be good enough. And nothing that would cause injuries, mind you. "If you need extra time and space to practice, the Private Practice Room, the Dueling Arena and the Defence Areas will all be open longer than usual." For a certain Miss Franks-Mundie. "So you can still use those spaces." Just be back in your common room before curfew, okay? Otherwise Art would be after his neck.

His answer couldn't have gone down better with the girl. The enthusiasm got him smiling wider, even if there was an amused side to it as well. "That happy?" Not a bad thing, mind you. "You already do a good job of that as it is, Noelle." Just saying.

A simple shake of the head was the only response Daxton graced that question with. Because no, as far as he was concerned, he did not. Parents, total waste of time.

The next question - regarding having someone to talk to - was met with another shake of the head, but much more vehemently this time. He knew exactly what Hirsch was talking about, because Daxton's mother had mentioned something similar to him before. They wanted him to see a doctor, a healer, because they thought him unhinged, unbalanced, probably. Well, Daxton knew what all those medical people were about, and he was having none of it. He had not set foot near a doctor or healer since he was seven years old, and it was going to stay that way. He clenched his fists, and kept his jaw set.

Then... really? The second the matter of his schooling was brought up, he immediately relaxed again and rolled his eyes in exasperation. What did Daxton care about his schooling? Exams were a waste of time, and no real measure of knowledge, and he was firm in the belief that he did not need to spend valuable time and energy in attending his classes to hear about things he could learn from books - nor did he want to, as a matter of fact. He had no intentions at all of even attending his exams, at this point.

That word, 'potential'; it had haunted Daxton for years. The problem with it was that everyone thought that they had the correct idea when it came to how well he could be doing, and it was always to do with school or exams. Daxton knew that he could go perfectly far - even without all that government approved nonsense - just as he knew that none of it mattered to him. It just did not matter to him. It was nothing.

But... oh? That was interesting.

The mention of fights drew Daxton's attention back, whereas before it had been starting to waver, which with the whole 'school is important' lecture. Hirsch... knew about some fights, then.

Well... Daxton could provide information there, but there was one very small problem in that... he had been in so many fights, that it was impossible to tell just which ones Hirsch was referring to. Daxton considered the matter for a moment, thinking back to every single fight he could remember - which was, of course, practically all of them. But which ones would Hirsch have heard about? Perhaps the ones back home, if Daxton's mother had been reporting back to him... but then why would that be relevant here? Or perhaps Hirsch was just fishing for information, for Daxton to tell him something that was not already known by him. An educated guess.

This was some sort of mind game.

So, naturally, Daxton played along. In moments he had written a new message in his notebook, and was showing it to Hirsch again.

'I have not been in any fights.'

Picture of innocence, over here.

Holy Merlin.
This beautiful man was just Noelle's head a run for her money. She was flipping back and forth through determination, pride, happy, nervous, doubtful back to determination. She wanted to make him proud, but above all else.... she wanted to do this for others. She didn't want anyone to be in the situation she had been. It had almost broken her. In fact, it had broken her. Kicked her. Beat her. But she somehow managed to heal, with deep scars, but heal nonetheless.

"I look forward to the challenge." And then to challenge him further... "Lets just hope its challenging enough." Noelle added with a hint of a smirk. She could get away with talking to him like that because they shared the same kind of drive.

Noelle knew the other rooms were available. She often practiced whenever she had the time. She longed for the long hours of practice she was able to do last year before she took on so much.

"Hey professor........... I just want to make sure I am realistic in my endeavors. And I think I am. I think I'm starting out early So by the time I graduate, I'll be on the right path to where I need to be. And yes, sacrifices have to be made for my goals, but I think they are more than do-able. My question is, as a professor... do you think they are unrealistic?"

She wanted a view from a professional.

Text Cut: Daxton

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Originally Posted by Felixir

A simple shake of the head was the only response Daxton graced that question with. Because no, as far as he was concerned, he did not. Parents, total waste of time.

The next question - regarding having someone to talk to - was met with another shake of the head, but much more vehemently this time. He knew exactly what Hirsch was talking about, because Daxton's mother had mentioned something similar to him before. They wanted him to see a doctor, a healer, because they thought him unhinged, unbalanced, probably. Well, Daxton knew what all those medical people were about, and he was having none of it. He had not set foot near a doctor or healer since he was seven years old, and it was going to stay that way. He clenched his fists, and kept his jaw set.

Then... really? The second the matter of his schooling was brought up, he immediately relaxed again and rolled his eyes in exasperation. What did Daxton care about his schooling? Exams were a waste of time, and no real measure of knowledge, and he was firm in the belief that he did not need to spend valuable time and energy in attending his classes to hear about things he could learn from books - nor did he want to, as a matter of fact. He had no intentions at all of even attending his exams, at this point.

That word, 'potential'; it had haunted Daxton for years. The problem with it was that everyone thought that they had the correct idea when it came to how well he could be doing, and it was always to do with school or exams. Daxton knew that he could go perfectly far - even without all that government approved nonsense - just as he knew that none of it mattered to him. It just did not matter to him. It was nothing.

But... oh? That was interesting.

The mention of fights drew Daxton's attention back, whereas before it had been starting to waver, which with the whole 'school is important' lecture. Hirsch... knew about some fights, then.

Well... Daxton could provide information there, but there was one very small problem in that... he had been in so many fights, that it was impossible to tell just which ones Hirsch was referring to. Daxton considered the matter for a moment, thinking back to every single fight he could remember - which was, of course, practically all of them. But which ones would Hirsch have heard about? Perhaps the ones back home, if Daxton's mother had been reporting back to him... but then why would that be relevant here? Or perhaps Hirsch was just fishing for information, for Daxton to tell him something that was not already known by him. An educated guess.

This was some sort of mind game.

So, naturally, Daxton played along. In moments he had written a new message in his notebook, and was showing it to Hirsch again.

'I have not been in any fights.'

Picture of innocence, over here.

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.

Text Cut: Noelle

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Originally Posted by ChanceCoeur

Holy Merlin.
This beautiful man was just Noelle's head a run for her money. She was flipping back and forth through determination, pride, happy, nervous, doubtful back to determination. She wanted to make him proud, but above all else.... she wanted to do this for others. She didn't want anyone to be in the situation she had been. It had almost broken her. In fact, it had broken her. Kicked her. Beat her. But she somehow managed to heal, with deep scars, but heal nonetheless.

"I look forward to the challenge." And then to challenge him further... "Lets just hope its challenging enough." Noelle added with a hint of a smirk. She could get away with talking to him like that because they shared the same kind of drive.

Noelle knew the other rooms were available. She often practiced whenever she had the time. She longed for the long hours of practice she was able to do last year before she took on so much.

"Hey professor........... I just want to make sure I am realistic in my endeavors. And I think I am. I think I'm starting out early So by the time I graduate, I'll be on the right path to where I need to be. And yes, sacrifices have to be made for my goals, but I think they are more than do-able. My question is, as a professor... do you think they are unrealistic?"

She wanted a view from a professional.

At her words, Hirsch ended up raising his eyebrows, a highly amused expression on his face. It wasn't the statement, it was the level of sass that came along with it that amused him so much. Oh, how he enjoyed the sassy nature of his students. He didn't expect it too much from the girl so this was a pleasant surprise. "Is that a challenge for me, Noelle?" Dante Barrington would be proud of this.

It was a good thing that they did share the same drive. Sort of in the same way that him and Hadley Denaker did as well. Jokes were made left, right and centre and that was fine.

This was starting to sound like a heavy question, wasn't it? And, if he was completely honest with himself, he wasn't entirely sure how he was meant to answer. Surely, after everything, she wasn't starting to doubt herself? "Unrealistic? No. Not in the slightest, in fact. Yes, you've started this process early but in doing so and in keeping up with it, you've shown how determined and passionate you are about your chosen path." So hers was far from unrealistic. "You've been working exceptionally hard for this path and I'll do my best to see you through to it but I do think you can make it. No doubts about that."

Did that answer her question?

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.