Daxton

*Uniform neatly ironed out and free of wrinkles, his hair cascaded down his slim shoulders like silver waters. The dark attire only made his skin all the more pale, like he hadn't been out in the sun at all this past summer. His composure and demeanour were formal and refined, holding an air of condescension. Posture straight as a ruler, Cherith's shimmering eyes skimmed across the many faces of the class, finally settling on Daxton. Something flickered across his face. Amusement, maybe? Though fleeting, he lifted his chin slightly toward the class.* "Hello. My name is Cherith Gallagher. A pleasure." *As the teacher welcomed him to the class, he was gestured to the seat next to Daxton, having a window seat. Sitting down at his desk, Cherith began taking out his notebooks and utensils, pausing as he rummaged about his pencil box. With a cheery hum, he turned to Daxton with a waxy smile.* "Excuse me, do you happen to have a pencil?" *His voice was a low hum, almost melodic in nature.*

*The smile never reached Cherith's eyes, his smile still very much present.* "Ah, a shame." *He answered dryly, politely asking the girl next to Daxton. Upon recieving a pencil for the girl, Cherith side-eyed Daxton before returning to his textbooks. Much information would have to be postponed until this humanly session was ajourned. Such useless information these textbooks held, and would add onto nothing to their futures. He almost pitied these mortal children. However, it was most amusing to have Daxton banished to the mortal realm. Though having heard reports that this demon was causing mischief, Cherith was sent from the heavens to keep a close eye on him, ensuring he doesn't mess with human history or cause any unwanted butterfly effects further down the line.*