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Do you suffer from train carriage FOMO? If you want to be in the middle of everything, these are the seats for you. No one will wander by without your knowing, and no party at the front OR back of the train will be missed. Just make sure you don't party too hard... there's still Hogwarts at the end of this journey!
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."
As a general rule, Daxton did not tend to do what anyone told him to do purely because they had said so. Conversely, and contrary to popular belief, he did not go completely out of his way to do the opposite of what he was told to do, either. In actual fact, Daxton Prince did exactly what Daxton Prince wanted to do, regardless of what anyone else said. Occasionally that matched up with what he had been told to do, but more often than not, it did not.
Today, Daxton Prince wanted to sit with Aslan Evans.
And he did so, taking the middle seat in the row facing Aslan - though not before pulling down the blind on the door of the compartment, as he always did on the train, preferring not to have anyone be able to look in and see him from the corridor.
Leaning back against the seat, Daxton watched Aslan closely, peering through heavy eyelids. For just a moment, his eyes flicked to her hands as though searching for something, before he instead looked her up and down, almost drinking in her appearance with his intense, icy blue gaze. He had not expected to see her again, and her familiarity in a time of otherwise total instability was grounding, and he eyed her as if cataloguing the moment.
He said nothing more, and had no intention of trying to. Instead, Daxton only looked at her, watched her, stared at her, searching for any sort of change in her. Whatever he saw, if anything, it did not deter him, nor did it change his decision to sit with Aslan Evans.
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