[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#4BF6FF]Jaxon Noah Chaucer[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.pinimg.com/564x/5c/81/04/5c810464efe348e165188de0266c1c7c.jpg?b=t[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Hogwarts Express Compartment
[b]Interacting With:[/b] [@Cole] Damien, [@Cio] Piper, [@Hitman] Halle, [@josephb] Elliot[/center][hr]


Jax was struggling, at first he had been proud of himself for handling the conversation as it was and actually being a contributing member to it. But as more and more people showed up, especially a certain Gryffindor, Jax was getting overwhelmed. He tried to keep up, he really did but he just fell farther and farther behind. He envied Halle who just went on and on with her chatting as if she felt so comfortable talking to relative strangers. He supposed she and Piper were good friends but Jax felt his stomach clench at the idea of going that wild in a compartment full of other ‘strangers’. 

He sent a pleading glance to Piper, his go-to ‘social help button’ and then over to Dame who was petting Sandstorm. He couldn’t help but smile softly at his cats antics, the furball pressing her head into Dame’s hand and flopping into a more comfortable position. Halle continued to go on, but did apologize for it and Jax just gave a quick chuckle. [color=#4BF6FF]”As they said, nothing to apologize for. I-”[/color] he stopped as Piper let out a loud yelp of pain and his head instantly pivoted over to the Slytherin who was admonishing her owl.

HIs face was a mixture of amusement and concern as he watched his friend suck the prick of blood and then give the owl the attention it so desperately wanted. WIth a flick of his wrist Jax had his wand out of its dueling holster and was going to prepare a quick healing charm but then reconsidered, it was just a small prick after all. He shrugged to himself and replaced the wand after polishing some of the white grain wood finish. 

He briefly considered the worries of his classmates about their grades and was slightly embarrassed since he never really had to be concerned. He was a picture perfect student, and the classes/tests came extremely easy to the Ravenclaw. Between that, his photographic memory, and talent at using magic he breezed through everything. His main competition for top spot coming from a certain Slytherin whom Jax respected quite a bit. He was curious on where Elspeth ended up on the train and figured he'd see her in class or the first dueling club meeting.

[color=#4BF6FF]"If anyone needs help with a subject, feel free to ask by the way. I um... Well, I do a lot of tutoring anyway, so you can always jump in!"[/color] He tried to spin as a nonchalant thing and also actively tried to reign in his arrogance. It was one thing to be confident and arrogant in ones dueling, chess, or Quidditch. But grades were another thing entirely, and very important for someone's future.

As the conversation swapped back to Quidditch, Jax was at least able to follow along without looking like an imbecile and just chuckled as the two talked about how good their teams were going to be this year. He thought about his own team, and looked over at Dame just as the Keeper was going to speak and then the train whistle. A spark of excitement fluttered through Jax and his smile grew as the train began to slowly move forward. It was time for another year of Hogwarts and if there was -anything- he had learned at the castle over the years, it was that you never knew exactly what was going to happen.

He kept shooting random but quick glances over to Elliot as well, wondering how the Gryffindor was doing with the large assortment of personalities assembled within the compartment. He also briefly wondered on how -he- a social outcast was in such a compartment as well and figured he was getting a headstart on his parents wishes for him to ‘act his age’, ‘make some friends’, and ‘enjoy breaks’. He wasn’t to sure exactly how they expected him to enjoy breaks with the OWLs coming up however and a humorous thought, that he was the only kid that was told to take it easy in their fifth year, crossed his mind.