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Arithmancy happened to be one of the lessons Daxton disliked the least, to the point that he had started to form a mild obsession in the uses of numbers. As a matter of fact, the subject of Defence Against the Dark Arts was a huge interest of his too, though he tended to dislike the lessons themselves. Because of him.
Hirsch.
Daxton was dubious about this joint lesson. Arithmancy usually meant no spellwork, whereas Defence Against the Dark Arts more often than not focused solely on magic. The former subject was undoubtedly going to be ruined by the presence of the latter, despite the fact that, in theory, he liked both.
Barefoot and without his outer robes, as he invariably was, Daxton entered the Arithmancy classroom. A moment's glance told him that Hirsch was already here, with Tanner, a revelation that earned nothing less than the sourest, most suspicious glare that Daxton could muster, right in the direction of the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor. Tanner escaped any such treatment. Without a word, predictably enough, Daxton took the seat nearest the door for quick and easy access to the exit, and waited...
... and tried not to think about how it was seeming more and more likely that he might soon have to approach Hirsch in the pursuit of information. |