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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Abraham Orlando Botros-Giordano
Gryffindor Third Year
Hogwarts RPG Name:
Aurelio Kolya Kaiser
Slytherin Seventh Year
Hogwarts RPG Name:
Alexei Dragomirov Petrov
Slytherin Fifth Year
Hogwarts RPG Name:
Typhon Ulysses Prince
Slytherin Seventh Year
Hogwarts RPG Name:
Achilles Alexander Zacharias
Ravenclaw Seventh Year  x12  x12
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One thing Daxton had not been expecting out of the suggestions from everyone else had been the mention of his own name. He blinked the moment he heard it, proving that he still paying attention to everyone in the room.
It had been David Truebridge's voice; of course Daxton recognised it, what with them being in the same house and year, and essentially living in the same room together. However, he did not turn to look at dormmate, preferring to avoid any kind of accidental eye contact seeing as the other boy was almost certainly looking right at him, but kept his eyes trained on the professor. The downside of this, of course, was that Hirsch took it upon himself to presumably follow David Truebridge's line of sight, and ended up looking right at Daxton, discovering his real name in the process (not that it would have remained a mystery for very long, of this Daxton was quite certain).
To Daxton's relief, there was no further mention of his name, nor any looks or gestures towards him, as far as he could tell. Still the Ravenclaw remained silent as the lesson progressed, privately judging and mentally filing away the answers his classmates gave, but providing none of his own. But when it started to sound more and more like there might be some sort of physical practice component to the whole 'self defence' topic, Daxton's comfort began to grow once more. Would they be fighting each other? Practicing? He was wary, and not just because of his utter hatred for physical contact.
Predictably, he offered no answer to the next question, and instead just kept his calculating gaze on Hirsch. This time, however, he looked the man up and down, almost as though he was sizing him up, but in actuality Daxton was pinpointing the weak spots he himself found most advantageous in a physical fight. Eyes, temples, adam's apple, lower stomach, knees, feet... always depended on who you were up against, of course. Some were more likely to know how to defend themselves than others, and if they were not the type to know where to strike, they would not be the type to know where to defend, and would only attempt to defend the most obvious targets. If the opponent knew what they were doing, it was a case of being much faster, and much smarter, than them.
Even as he thought through it all, Daxton felt his discomfort grow. The probability of having to put all this into practice seemed to him to be growing too, and if that were the case then he would have no part in it. How soon was too soon to begin feigning illness? It was difficult to tell, as they might yet be moving onto an activity that could be slightly less like a personal torture, and maybe even interesting - this was Defence Against the Dark Arts after all. For now, Daxton simply frowned ever so slightly, and kept his eyes mainly fixed on Hirsch, though sparing glances around the room every so often. |