Another page flipped, and his heart sank. Why did a Ravenclaw, someone who surely was intelligent, think that of all things was acceptable? The old man rubbed his forehead once more, trying to wrap his mind around this boy's track record and his mentality. The fact that all of this just built on each other and escalated more and more each time was not a good sign for the lad.
When the Defence professor spoke, the headmaster glanced up from the file so that his brown eyes met with the green ones across from him. A small smile was directed at his colleague. It would have been a lot bigger had they been meeting with each other in a very different situation. "Of course, professah. And dank you for bringing Mr. Prince in to see me." He was sure the boy wouldn't have shown up on his own accord otherwise.
Speaking of the boy, Sahnoun's eyes shifted from the adult to the young Ravenclaw. The smile the professor received was no longer there. Expressions were not present on the man's face. He was simply watching Daxton look around his office, at his belongings, at his dear Rafiki (who's mouth was silently opening and closing frantically, its feathers ruffled), at the Sorting Hat, and then at the papers spread about on his desk. Not long after, their eyes met.
Placing a hand beneath his chin, he sat there in silence, observing the boy. Of course, he knew the boy wouldn't be speaking like all the others that walked through his door, though he was expecting some sort of facial expression. The fact that there was none was concerning. Did Daxton Prince not know why he was there? Or did he just not have a care in the world?
A cough sounded from his throat, and then Sahnoun stacked the papers together. "Please give dese a look over, Mr. Prince," he said, holding the file across the table. "And tell me, wit a nod of your head, if dese behaviors are acceptable for a student to perform here at Hogwarts." They'd start there before getting into the consequence. |