 Lovely™ | Captain Hurted | Ariana's Bane | Resident Antagonist | Unparalleled Delight
It went without saying these days that if it was not explicitly stated in some rule or another for a particular class that shoes and socks were mandatory, that Daxton would not be seen dead in them. He padded his way barefoot into the classroom, slipping his ever-present earmuffs off his ears so they hung about his neck - mostly he needed them for the corridors, loud as they got - and immediately surveyed the classroom.
The movement up by the ceiling stole Daxton's attention at once, and he stopped in his tracks to stare for a few moments, tracking what was up there. Though the Ravenclaw had a minimal interest in flying, Quidditch, or indeed any kind of sports, he knew exactly what these were. Snitches were rather fascinating, and it was a shame they were associated with that stupid game.
After he had had his fill staring up at the ceiling, Daxton lowered his gaze again and took in the wall that made the room now half the size as it once was. He squinted at it in suspicion; something was likely behind that, and it was impossible to deduce whether it would be a good something or a bad something, though it was wisest to expect the latter. He glanced for a moment at Dakest, then turned his sights to that bowl, giving off a strange blue light that danced over the professor and the wall nearby. His curiosity piqued, Daxton stepped forward in his silent way, approaching both bowl and professor and being quite overt about attempting to peer into the bowl and inspect its contents. |