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As it happened, Daxton did not want to communicate. Not right now, and he immediately gave a small shake of the head to communicate as such, not looking back up. But Myers was still blocking the door and Daxton did not actually want to risk causing the man to (figuratively) blow up at him again, not right now, so he made a point of flipping to a fresh page of his notebook.
He wrote even as Myers went on about detention. A month's worth of Saturday detentions, at that. It was annoying, because Daxton primarily used his weekends to catch up on much-needed sleep, or else to spend time on his own private studies or business without risking being found by a member of staff who thought it more important that he attend his actual lessons. But, true to his nature, Daxton did not react, and simply wrote his answer to Myers' previous question.
'I wanted to see what would happen.'
It was not the entire truth, but it was enough of it to be getting on with. The entire truth included the fact that Daxton was just plain bored. With everything in general, but also with the dull nature of all things around him. Everything had the potential for improvement, and, more importantly, to be made more interesting. Daxton could argue that he was experimenting on the plants for some kind of practical reason, such as the properties of the plants in potions or their use in everyday life. He could argue that he had wanted to exercise his power, control, and influence over them. Both would be somewhat true. But the fact at the very heart of the matter was that it was an act born of curiosity. He had simply wanted to see what would happen to the plants. He had wanted to experiment purely for the sake of it, and saw very little, if anything, wrong with that.
At Myers' last comment, Daxton glanced up again, regarding the professor with his intense blue-eyed stare. He looked thoughtful, considering matters very carefully. A moment later, he added something else to his notebook, then held it up for Myers to read.
'I wanted to see what would happen.
Why is it wrong?' |