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It hadn't taken Daxton long to realise that there was something very useful to him down in these greenhouses. He'd read through his textbooks already, multiple times, ever since he'd first got them. He knew what kind of plants were likely housed here (if they were listed on the curriculum, logic dictated he would find them in the school greenhouses), and he knew, in theory, how the plants were handled and cared for. And since Daxton had arrived at Hogwarts, his thoughts had zoned in on the topic of Mandrakes.
Or rather, not on the Mandrakes themselves, but the equipment required to handle them. Earmuffs. You needed earmuffs to remove a Mandrake from its pot or you would die (it was fascinating, really, wonderfully morbid), and yet earmuffs were not on the supply list. Ergo, they would probably be supplied by the school. Ergo, Daxton was likely to find them in the greenhouses, and one greenhouse in particular.
He slipped inside Greenhouse Three now, having been keeping an eye on the area for a while from afar and not seeing the Herbology professor as yet. Ideally, he had wanted to be sure the man was elsewhere about the school, but it wasn't as though the Greenhouses were a suspicious place to be. Daxton had grown bored of waiting around, and so here he was.
The plants in the Greenhouse Three had an instantaneous effect on Daxton's allergies, and he felt a small twinge of pain flair in his sinuses at once. His eyes began to sting and sneezing was surely imminent, so Daxton didn't pause even for a beat as he crossed to the supply cupboard and began sorting through it, blinking hard all the while.
Earmuffs... earmuffs... where are the- aha. Gotcha.
They were all completely ridiculous designs, none of which appealed to Daxton. He picked out a blue pair, with a 'Huh?' design on either side, and quickly shoved them to the bottom of his schoolbag. The deed was done, and it was easy. Now he could be on his way.
Daxton turned on his heel and headed for the door again. But his allergies got the best of him, and not a second later he stopped and broke into a chain of three successive sneezes. Quiet 'kitten' sneezes, but loud enough to make him unhappy with this sudden development. It was almost as bad as talking.
Stupid allergies. Stupid stupid. |