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emjay · 11-01-2016, 08:29 PM

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Originally Posted by Felixir

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.

Henry did not know Daxton all that well, most of that knowledge consisted of things told to him by friends or his own observations in class, but he didn't really expect him to speak back to him once he had acknowledged his presence. He never did know if there was a physical reason for that or otherwise, but it was also not something he had given much thought to, just accepting it for fact. And he was not at all surprised when the boy didn't do much more than shrug in response.

Quiet did not usually deter the fifteen year old, as he could often carry on a conversation himself with little contribution from another if need be. Though he did try to allow the other person to speak as it would be rude otherwise, he just had a lot to say and could fill in any silent gaps if they happened. "Are you doing some studying?" he asked, taking another step backwards out of his perceived personal space as Daxton rose to his feet. He glanced curiously at the book the other boy had, but he was unable to see the title. Maybe he was doing his History of Magic homework also.

He watched his year mate turn to look at the shelves and he turned his eyes that way also. “I’m trying to get my essay done for History of Magic,” he explained as his eyes searched the shelves for something relevant. “I decided to write it on Xavier Rastrick and theories on what happened to him.” Which at the time seemed somewhat interesting, but at this point it seemed like just a lot of work. Plus he had to write about his contributions to the wizarding world or some drivel like that, and that was kind of boring. Not to mention there didn’t seem like all that much information on the guy that really was interesting.

He glanced back at Daxton to see the other boy already looking at him. He wasn’t sure if he had said something wrong to make him look at him like that or if he was just seeing things. Maybe it was his fatigue or a trick of the dim lighting or maybe it was that nagging thought at the back of his mind, but he did his best to clear himself of it, preferring to give people the benefit of the doubt until they proved him otherwise. “Anyway,” he added, giving him a small, tentative smile. “You didn’t happen to notice a book or anything that might have information about him, did you?” Likely a slim chance, but he might as well ask since they were there.

11-01-2016, 08:29 PM	#12 (permalink)
emjay Pygmy Puff Join Date: Jun 2008 Location: working Posts: 18,281 Hogwarts RPG Name: Phoenix Marchbanks Ravenclaw Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Wiley Whittebrook Hufflepuff Second Year x12 x5	Unforgivably Cursed \| adultescent Quote: Originally Posted by Felixir 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. Henry did not know Daxton all that well, most of that knowledge consisted of things told to him by friends or his own observations in class, but he didn't really expect him to speak back to him once he had acknowledged his presence. He never did know if there was a physical reason for that or otherwise, but it was also not something he had given much thought to, just accepting it for fact. And he was not at all surprised when the boy didn't do much more than shrug in response. Quiet did not usually deter the fifteen year old, as he could often carry on a conversation himself with little contribution from another if need be. Though he did try to allow the other person to speak as it would be rude otherwise, he just had a lot to say and could fill in any silent gaps if they happened. "Are you doing some studying?" he asked, taking another step backwards out of his perceived personal space as Daxton rose to his feet. He glanced curiously at the book the other boy had, but he was unable to see the title. Maybe he was doing his History of Magic homework also. He watched his year mate turn to look at the shelves and he turned his eyes that way also. “I’m trying to get my essay done for History of Magic,” he explained as his eyes searched the shelves for something relevant. “I decided to write it on Xavier Rastrick and theories on what happened to him.” Which at the time seemed somewhat interesting, but at this point it seemed like just a lot of work. Plus he had to write about his contributions to the wizarding world or some drivel like that, and that was kind of boring. Not to mention there didn’t seem like all that much information on the guy that really was interesting. He glanced back at Daxton to see the other boy already looking at him. He wasn’t sure if he had said something wrong to make him look at him like that or if he was just seeing things. Maybe it was his fatigue or a trick of the dim lighting or maybe it was that nagging thought at the back of his mind, but he did his best to clear himself of it, preferring to give people the benefit of the doubt until they proved him otherwise. “Anyway,” he added, giving him a small, tentative smile. “You didn’t happen to notice a book or anything that might have information about him, did you?” Likely a slim chance, but he might as well ask since they were there. __________________ started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________ ended like a moth in flames______________________ ______________________don't you worry I'll be fine _________________________________________________you were good for the plot line