SPOILER!!: LETMELIVE
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Felixir 
The literal change in the atmosphere did not go unnoticed by Daxton, who was sensitive to the heat at the best of times. He kept his eyes on Aslan's wand even as the coolness reached him, mentally cataloguing the spell - the wand movement, the muttered incantation - so that he might use it at a later date. It would be a useful spell in his arsenal.
But the temperature was not the only thing to change in the compartment. Daxton noticed it all - he noticed everything, especially when he was paying attention - the way that Aslan tensed up, her tightening grip on the wand, even the subtle change in her face from what he could see from the angle he stood at.
He did not respond when she said his name, not at first, only continued to stand where he was, gently swaying with the movement of the train, holding his silence as he always did.
But not for long.
Still without moving from his spot, still stood in front of the door to the compartment, still looking at her as she continued looking away from him, Daxton blinked, his eyelids fluttering slightly. In a moment of decisiveness, almost impulsiveness, he ever-so-slightly parted his almost-chapped lips, sore from the frequency with which he had been chewing and biting at them - a recently developed habit.
His voice did not cooperate at first, most likely through lack of use, but Daxton only licked his lips and took a breath, before...
"A-... Aslan."
The murmur of his voice came out low, hoarse, almost unsteady due to lack of practice, more of a mumble with the way he barely opened his mouth to speak. He said nothing more, and just left it at that, still standing, still staring, waiting for the reception from Aslan that he usually got. Almost like he, for some reason, did not fully understand any reason why it should be different this time.
She could feel him now that she was trying. There was a certain aura around Daxton Prince, the kind you didn't notice until suddenly you did and by then it over-powering and all consuming. Intoxicating. Aslan didn't turn, there was something in her telling her to stay still, to wait and observe whatever reaction the Ravenclaw would throw her way.
Time moved slow. Aslan... Grew wearier, and wearier, and still there was... Nothing. No movement of the hands, no fire in his eyes. He was as unmoving as she, and yet Aslan was certain that her silence was
screaming emotion while Daxton's was as blank as chalkboard's surface.
There was tension. In the room, in her limbs, in the line of her gaze through the glass window. Taut. It wasn't the right word, but it was the word that felt right as the young woman finally turned her head to face him.
A-... Aslan
Her name leaving his mouth felt like an omen, of what, Aslan wasn't sure.
Impulsively, she spoke. "Sit with me, Daxton."