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Defence Against the Dark Arts was always something of a struggle. Daxton liked the subject, and he wanted to master it - because self-protection, duh, as well as a 'healthy' interest in the Dark Arts in general - but he had his misgivings about the usurper, Hirsch.
Well, perhaps 'misgivings' was an understatement. He had, in fact, written a yearbook article about the professor last year, wherein he had voiced his suspicions and ultimately made his dislike of the man much more obvious than it had ever been before... and he had not exactly been subtle in the past.
But... Defence Against the Dark Arts. As a subject, it was probably Daxton's favourite, and it was definitely at the top of his list of priorities, so, more often than with almost any other class, he would turn up. His attendance today was due, in part, to the fact that the class was being held in the afternoon.
Still he was tense as he walked - barefoot and with no robes - into the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom. It was dark, he could see that before even walking inside, and that in itself was very suspicious. Darkness... it was usually used to hide something. Using the cover of darkness was an age old trick. What was Hirsch up to?
Because it felt safer, and because the flickering light of the bluebell flames were casting strange shadows and warping people's features in a most unsettling way, Daxton stayed near the door. Right beside the door, in fact, standing with his back pressed up against the wall, mere inches away from the escape route, not yet taking a seat on the floor. He folded his arms over his chest and tried to look as bored and impassive as he usually did, but with his tense demeanour and the way the light from the bluebell flames lit up and accentuated his brooding frown, Daxton Prince looked anything but bored. |