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Felixir · 05-11-2016, 08:41 PM

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Originally Posted by kayquilz

That. Was. IT. The charms he had set up went off EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. a student had stepped into the Greenhouses lately...luckily, people were still feeling lazy from the summer. AKA--not too much action.

It was when he saw Daxton Prince, looking around curiously (at least Paul THOUGHT he looked curious) and a NOTEBOOK in his hand. He squinted. He didn't know if he trusted the boy in here--and while it was WILDLY unfair, Paul had already confirmed in his head that Mr. Prince was the culprit, just now. The worst version of himself...was here.

"MR. PRINCE." Paul boomed loudly, crossing his arms around his chest, blocking the door as he shut it behind him with his foot. "What are you doing in here, Daxton?" he asked, his tone...sharp. "And boy, you tell me. Whether you need to sign or write it down, I don't care," he eyed the dead flitterbies in the corner.

One second, Daxton had been approaching the plants, frowning, and the next, he had heard the faint sounds of rapidly approaching footsteps. He barely had time to process what he was hearing, who the footsteps likely belonged to, and whether they were headed this way, before the door was flung open and a great booming voice - familiar and yet so very alien - filled the greenhouse.

Startled, Daxton jolted and did an immediate about-face, his heart racing and his ears ringing. It was Myers, of course; he had known that, just not entirely managed to process how different his voice had sounded. He stared at him while his heart continued to race and the sound of his blood rushing filled his ears, and noted that Myers was stood blocking the only exit.

Panic.

With his heart still beating so hard he thought that his chest might be visibly twitched, Daxton gripped his notebook tightly. He refused to let the anxiety become anymore evident than it had already made itself, that was for sure, even though alarm bells were ringing in his head and all manner of confusing thoughts were rushing around, one after the other. In an attempt to keep up his usual facade, Daxton fixed the most unconcerned expression he could muster onto his features, and just stared.

After a long moment of silence, Daxton finally held out his notebook, by way of answer, having opened it up to his 'plant experiment' page, where all the observations were noted. He was tense, alert, eyeing Myers very carefully, painfully aware of the fact that this was a very unpredictable situation.

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Felixir Banshee Join Date: Dec 2008 Location: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Posts: 50,307 Hogwarts RPG Name: Abraham Orlando Botros-Giordano Gryffindor Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Ivor Balfour Spurling Stemp Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexei Dragomirov Petrov Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: TBC Slytherin Hogwarts RPG Name: August Arthur Orpington Ravenclaw Second Year x12 x12	Lovely™ \| Captain Hurted \| Ariana's Bane \| Resident Antagonist \| Unparalleled Delight Quote: Originally Posted by kayquilz That. Was. IT. The charms he had set up went off EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. a student had stepped into the Greenhouses lately...luckily, people were still feeling lazy from the summer. AKA--not too much action. It was when he saw Daxton Prince, looking around curiously (at least Paul THOUGHT he looked curious) and a NOTEBOOK in his hand. He squinted. He didn't know if he trusted the boy in here--and while it was WILDLY unfair, Paul had already confirmed in his head that Mr. Prince was the culprit, just now. The worst version of himself...was here. "MR. PRINCE." Paul boomed loudly, crossing his arms around his chest, blocking the door as he shut it behind him with his foot. "What are you doing in here, Daxton?" he asked, his tone...sharp. "And boy, you tell me. Whether you need to sign or write it down, I don't care," he eyed the dead flitterbies in the corner. One second, Daxton had been approaching the plants, frowning, and the next, he had heard the faint sounds of rapidly approaching footsteps. He barely had time to process what he was hearing, who the footsteps likely belonged to, and whether they were headed this way, before the door was flung open and a great booming voice - familiar and yet so very alien - filled the greenhouse. Startled, Daxton jolted and did an immediate about-face, his heart racing and his ears ringing. It was Myers, of course; he had known that, just not entirely managed to process how different his voice had sounded. He stared at him while his heart continued to race and the sound of his blood rushing filled his ears, and noted that Myers was stood blocking the only exit. Panic. With his heart still beating so hard he thought that his chest might be visibly twitched, Daxton gripped his notebook tightly. He refused to let the anxiety become anymore evident than it had already made itself, that was for sure, even though alarm bells were ringing in his head and all manner of confusing thoughts were rushing around, one after the other. In an attempt to keep up his usual facade, Daxton fixed the most unconcerned expression he could muster onto his features, and just stared. After a long moment of silence, Daxton finally held out his notebook, by way of answer, having opened it up to his 'plant experiment' page, where all the observations were noted. He was tense, alert, eyeing Myers very carefully, painfully aware of the fact that this was a very unpredictable situation. __________________