❝1 x 1 || kies & tenor sax

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As Jaxon lifted his wand, Ashton flinched a bit. Eyes squinting together, body tensing up. But as he realized it was simply to gather his things, Ashton composed himself, subsiding his feelings and emotions.

Without saying a word, Ashton followed slowly and hesitantly. Why was this boy taking him to the dungeon? When they entered the potions room, a snicker left his lips as he remembered the events from earlier. "Did you take me here for a redo of earlier? Sometimes we can't always win. Some of us aren't talented at everything we do, unlike others," he gestured to himself.

After moments of his straight face, he chuckled to himself, amused.

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jaxon rolled his eyes and shook his head at the other's remark about a redo. "no, i did not bring you down here for that. will you just sit down and let me do something for you....?' he asked, not explaining what he was doing as he pulled out a small cauldron front the cupboard and also began piling some simple ingredients into the cauldron to make it easier to carry it all over to one of the tables. He set to work once he'd gotten everything set up and began brewing some sort of potion, not even hunting down a book for reference as he cut and stirred and measured and quickly made up a potion right there in that little room.

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Sitting down, Ashton watched Jaxon intently. What was he doing? What was he making? Oh god, was Jaxon going to poison him or something along the lines? Did he see how weak Ashton was and how easy it was to throw him around? Ashton kept an eye on the Slytherin boy, focusing on his every move. "What are you doing?" the Hufflepuff asked, curiosity laced in his voice, leaning up in his seat, gaze strengthening.

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jaxon looked up from where he was working on the potion and glanced over at the hufflepuff at his question. ”It’s a simple healing potion. For nicks, scrapes, bruises, and any other little injuries like that. My grandma taught me it when I was little since I had plenty of scrapes and bumps as a kid......” he explained. He looked back down at the potion, which was almost done at this point. It just needed to brew fora bit.

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Ashton shook his head softly, his curly locks bouncing about. "I'm fine, I don't need it," he insisted. His eyes followed the Slytherin's every move, refusing to take his gaze off. As he noticed the Slytherin wasn't adding anything to it, he patted the seat next to him. Adjusting himself, he sat criss cross apple sauce, arms rested on his knees. He began playing with the loose threads hanging from his cloak, looking down at the ground, paying no mind to whether Jaxon sat down next to him or not. Paying no mind to Jaxon at all, really.

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"well.... it's pretty much already done, so you might as well take some once it finishes. you might think you don't need it, but it certainly won't hurt any," jaxon replied as he double checked that the potion was brewing properly. He almost didn't notice the other's invitation to sit down, but looked up just in time to see ashton patting the seat beside him. jaxon hesitated, but a few moments later he went to go sit beside the other, watching the hufflepuff shift and play with loose thread. Funny how he invited him over to sit and then didn't really pay attention to him. "What's wrong?" jaxon finally spoke up and asked after several moments passed.

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((oh god sorry i haven’t had a computer in a while it’s been broken. it still is, so this will have little to no coding. sorry it’s not like my other replies!)

Lookig at the Slytherin boy as he spoke, Ashton couldn’t help but smile a tad bit. Nothing was wrong, per se, but just the idea of someone caring brought the joy and giddiness of a toddler to Ashton. “Nothing’s wrong,” he confirmed, eyes meeting with Jaxon’s, “Just, no one cares. You’re the first to show any interest in caring. Why? You’re a Slytherin, prideful and hateful.”

The last word was more of an unintended insult, rolling off his tongue more harshly. He was almost taken aback by it. Of course he had a grudge against Slytherins. His brother was a normal big brother when they were home and he wasn’t around his house buddies. But when he was at Hogwarts, near Slytherins, in his Slytherin cloak, he was angry. Spiteful. Hateful. Thus spiking an intolerance for most Slytherins. He assumed they all were like his brother.

But this didn’t stop his constant joking and teasing. The exact thing that brought him into this situation where someone seemed to care. Seemed to, though. He had to remind himself there was no guarantee that he cared.

Even so, he wanted to hold onto that.

Ashton had little to no friends at Hogwarts. Muggles loved him, truly, but those at Hogwarts viewed him as childish and incompetent. He tended to lose points for his house due to his pranks and jokes, and this made Hufflepuffs dislike him. Other houses, well, found him annoying, to put it nicely. Especially Slytherins and Ravenclaws.

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jaxon listened with curiosity and interest at first and almost seemed willing to answer the other’s question. At least, that was until Ashton stated that slytherins were prideful and hateful. At those words his expression hardened and he leaned away from the other, though he didn’t stand and move away like he could have.

”We aren’t hateful! Just because some people let their pride and ambition cloud their manners doesn’t mean we’re all like that! But I guess you’re just like everyone else in the school. Making assumptions because of a few people’s actions and then stereotyping an entire house. Nobody ever seems to consider that we’re cold and distant because everyone treats us like that......” he snapped, looking away from the other boy. He didn’t like acting like this, but it frustrates him whenever witches and wizards looked at him like he was something vile and evil just because of his house. He wanted to prove them all wrong but he also wanted to stand up for the house he was proud to be a part of.


(I’m so sorry for not responding sooner. Life got in the way for the longest time and I just didn’t have the time or motivation to get on much)

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((trust me you're all good! I finally got my laptop back!))

Ashton's eyebrows furrowed and his smile dropped. He bit his lip softly, growing anxious. He hadn't meant to offend the Slytherin boy, and now he was beginning to feel bad for it. Playing with the loose strings on his cloak, he mumbled incoherent words under his breath. Eventually, the incoherent mumbling had turned into full fledged sentences, but they were still quiet and timid. "I didn't mean to-" he struggled to speak, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to assume things. I'm just so used to my brother."

Clicking his tongue, the Hufflepuff boy's eyes roamed the room, "I'm sorry that people treat you poorly just for your house. You didn't pick your house anymore than the rest of us." He looked back at the boy, hope dancing in his eyes, a hint of regret as well. It was as if the two were doing the tango perfectly. "If it makes you feel any better, not a lot of people like Hufflepuffs either."

Standing up, he brushed himself off. "Thank you," he mumbled, "for helping me. And being sort of nice to me," he flashed a friendly smile before patting the other on the head cautiously

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jaxon’s expression remain cold for a good bit, especially when the other didn’t seem to get the fact that Jacob wasn’t upset about being a slytherin. In fact he was proud of his house, but he hated the way slytherins were treated. As he watched the other wizards nervous fiddling though, his expression softened slightly.

He still looked annoyed when Ashton tried patting his head, and pushed the others hand away, but he didn’t snap at him of hex him. Instead he just sighed. ”You might as well stay a little longer. The potions almost done brewing and I’d hate to waste it......” he stated as he stood and went over to the cauldron. He looked back at the other, still looking a bit closed off but also a little curious. ”And why would people hate hufflepuffs? You all don’t seem like bad people.....” he questioned with a hint of confusion.

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