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Felixir · 10-26-2016, 06:34 AM

SPOILER!!: Henry

One of the benefits of sitting on his own, in a secluded and quiet place, was that Daxton was very easily able to tell when someone was getting closer to him. As such, he had heard Henry Whittebrook's footfalls long before he had appeared in the aisle between the bookshelves, and simply as he moved closer and closer.

He had to wonder just when Henry would notice him, and found himself thinking that he had better notice sooner rather than later, because Daxton did not feel like intentionally calling attention to himself. It was... difficult... when you were not really the type of individual who made a great deal of noise.

Aside from anything else, Daxton could not help but privately note to himself how very easy it would be to attack the Whittebrook boy in that moment. Not that Daxton had any real reason to, or any real desire to; but Henry left himself very much undefended, and it would not be difficult to practice some sort of non-verbal offensive spell. Henry would be caught unawares and then the only difficulty would be to leave the scene unnoticed by anyone else. Daxton had no plans to try such a thing out - though the other boy was one of those that was a definite threat when it came to stealing certain people from him - but that did not stop him from vividly imagining the scenario, even as Henry moved closer and, ultimately, paid enough attention to see him sitting right there.

Paying no mind to his exclamations or apologies, Daxton eyed the other boy for a moment, probably looking more menacing than even he intended, given the low lighting and the bookshelves half hiding him in shadow. Eventually, Daxton shrugged, and took the turn of events as a cue for him to get to his feet again. He did so, and stretched out his back a little given how stiff it had gotten over the past few hours, before eyeing Henry once more. Seeing no books in his hands, he instead looked at the shelves as though to deduce exactly what the other boy was doing in here.

Unless... he had come here to look for Daxton all along. 'Didn't see you there'... 'A little out of it today'... Just how likely was that? Daxton shot a suspicious look his way.

10-26-2016, 06:34 AM	#11 (permalink)
Felixir Banshee Join Date: Dec 2008 Location: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Posts: 50,244 Hogwarts RPG Name: Abraham Orlando Botros-Giordano Gryffindor Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Aurelio Kolya Kaiser Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexei Dragomirov Petrov Slytherin Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Typhon Ulysses Prince Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Achilles Alexander Zacharias Ravenclaw Seventh Year x12 x12	Lovely™ \| Captain Hurted \| Ariana's Bane \| Resident Antagonist \| Unparalleled Delight SPOILER!!: Henry Quote: Originally Posted by emjay Even though Henry had been fairly used to getting up early for some time now, it sometimes left him kind of tired after classes, especially if he didn't find something for himself to do and had gotten to bed late the night before. And though it often passed when he did feel that way as he'd get a second wind after a little rest in the common room, he couldn't quite shake that feeling today as he found himself walking through the library. He had put off his History of Magic homework as long as possible until he had no choice but to finish it today. It only made it worse that he was already tired because History usually put him to sleep, or at the very least it wasn't a subject that kept his attention very long. But the library was probably the perfect place to go to finish it as it not only had the resources he needed but also was likely to be the least distracting place he could go to get the work done. He was wandering through the aisles a bit, his mind on other things, as he searched for the book he needed. His tired state left him a bit unfocused though and his search became a little more aimless than anything else. Covering a yawn with his hand, he ventured down yet another aisle, his eyes searching the shelves as he kept in mind the name of the wizard whom he had selected for his essay. He hadn't even realized the figure seated at the end of the aisle until he had stepped within inches of him. "Oh!" Startled slightly as the boy reached his peripheral vision, Henry quickly turned his head to see who was there and took a step back away from him at the same time. "Daxton..." he started, upon recognition, slightly curious about what the Ravenclaw was doing sitting in that particular spot. "Sorry, I didn't see you there. I guess I'm a little out of it today." And it wouldn't be like he'd be getting to bed early tonight either, not with this essay needing done. One of the benefits of sitting on his own, in a secluded and quiet place, was that Daxton was very easily able to tell when someone was getting closer to him. As such, he had heard Henry Whittebrook's footfalls long before he had appeared in the aisle between the bookshelves, and simply as he moved closer and closer. He had to wonder just when Henry would notice him, and found himself thinking that he had better notice sooner rather than later, because Daxton did not feel like intentionally calling attention to himself. It was... difficult... when you were not really the type of individual who made a great deal of noise. Aside from anything else, Daxton could not help but privately note to himself how very easy it would be to attack the Whittebrook boy in that moment. Not that Daxton had any real reason to, or any real desire to; but Henry left himself very much undefended, and it would not be difficult to practice some sort of non-verbal offensive spell. Henry would be caught unawares and then the only difficulty would be to leave the scene unnoticed by anyone else. Daxton had no plans to try such a thing out - though the other boy was one of those that was a definite threat when it came to stealing certain people from him - but that did not stop him from vividly imagining the scenario, even as Henry moved closer and, ultimately, paid enough attention to see him sitting right there. Paying no mind to his exclamations or apologies, Daxton eyed the other boy for a moment, probably looking more menacing than even he intended, given the low lighting and the bookshelves half hiding him in shadow. Eventually, Daxton shrugged, and took the turn of events as a cue for him to get to his feet again. He did so, and stretched out his back a little given how stiff it had gotten over the past few hours, before eyeing Henry once more. Seeing no books in his hands, he instead looked at the shelves as though to deduce exactly what the other boy was doing in here. Unless... he had come here to look for Daxton all along. 'Didn't see you there'... 'A little out of it today'... Just how likely was that? Daxton shot a suspicious look his way. __________________