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Daxton had been in the process of mustering up every ounce of his concentration and focusing it all on the stupid box in his hand. His stare had become more intense by the second and the temptation to scream Alohomora! - even just in his head - became almost overwhelming. He tried again, focusing solely on the box, until Primeaux's voice pierced the silence of the room in such a sudden way that it almost seemed ten times louder than usual. Daxton blinked and looked around at him.
... Something... he was very proud of? That suggestion earned only another blank look from Daxton. Something he was proud of... pride... Try as he might, Daxton could not locate any memory of such an emotion. He felt a lot of things, and more deeply than he was willing to ever admit, but there were some things that had the Ravenclaw completely at a loss. And that was exactly how he looked when he stared from Primeaux to the box. Lost.
Pride... something he was proud of...
What exactly was pride supposed to feel like? Daxton honestly had no idea. True pride was one of those fake emotions, practically non-existent to him because he had never felt it, or at least never recognised it if he had, therefore making it easiest to pretend it did not exist at all. Sure, there were plenty of things he could do, and knew he could do, plenty of things he had successfully learnt, but feeling proud of an accomplishment had never once followed. It was, frankly, too positive for him to process.
But Daxton did not want to raise that point. Not here, not now, not with Primeaux. He simply did not want to get onto the subject of something so personal, so he decided instead to merely pretend he could relate, while simply trying the spell exactly as he had been doing so before.
Alohomora. Directing his wand and his focus back at the box, Daxton tried again. Predictably, the box did not open, there was no telltale click of a lock. This time, however, he was even less surprised than before; this time he was distracted by the issue of pride. Was that really the key to non-verbal spells? If so, Daxton would never, ever manage them, and he was beginning to lose confidence by the second. Nevertheless, he kept his face impassive, his eyes on the box, and tried yet again. Alohomora.
Nothing.
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