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If he was completely honest with himself, it irked Hirsch to see Daxton looking so unconcerned with the events. Didn't he care? At least a bit? Unless he had absolutely zero idea as to why he was called here so suddenly, a fact that the man doubted very much. As he told the boy in another meeting earlier that year, Daxton was smart. Very smart. Obliviousness was out of the question.
The quiet atmosphere - because no, he wasn't about to risk talking to the young Ravenclaw right now - was broken by the sound of the door opening and Hirsch found himself taking a few deep breaths as he stood there. There really was no going back now, was there?
He entered, again hoping that Daxton would follow behind. On any other occasion, the man would've liked to be here: to look through the alchemy books or to see if he recognised the instrument or simply to bask in the abundance of light in this office, something that his own never seemed to do. There was no way he could have a large orange bird in there either, not if he wanted Dante Barrington to come back and tell him how much it clashed with his furniture.
That look from Sahnoun? It was enough to make the 6'2" man feel very small, indeed. He cleared his throat and pushed his glasses further up his nose before launching into a response of his own. "Thank you for seeing us, Headmaster. This is Daxton Prince." Obviously. Another obvious statement was to suggest that the man had read the information on Daxton but he refrained himself from doing so.
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