Taylor Christopher Paxton And The Arcane Labyrinth
Taylor Christopher Paxton is a character I created for an RPG I was going to start, but never got around to. Instead, it turned into something much bigger. I decided I wanted to start a backstory for this character before I began RP-ing as him on Tumblr, and it, in Ron Burgundy's terms, escalated quickly from there. The result was a 12,000+ word fan fiction into the next-generation of Harry Potter characters through the eyes of a completely new face. It's not finished, not in the slightest. In fact, the real adventures haven't even begun yet. The Arcane Labyrinth is something that Taylor, Scorpius, and a few other new and familiar faces stumble onto in Taylor's fifth year. At forty-five pages in, I don't think I've even cracked the third year in Taylor's story yet. It's set up fast paced, and it is for the most part. I hope to get to the actual bulk of the story soon. I'll certainly be more motivated if I get positive feedback, so let me know what you think. One final note, while face claims are not totally important, I should note that Taylor was being modeled after young Leonardo DiCaprio.
Last Updated
05/31/21
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The Coin Purse
Chapter 12
Next thing Taylor knew, he was back at Hogwarts, settled in for the rest of his first year. It wasn’t until Taylor and Louis were sitting on their four-poster beds in the Ravenclaw tower that they thought about Mr. Malfoy’s gifts for them again.
Louis tossed his coin purse up in the air, nonchalantly, “Have half a mind to just throw it away, you know? Toss it out the window, and be done with it… That’s how I feel. Nothing from Draco Malfoy could be of use—at least, not good use.”
Taylor stifled a frown, “I’m not so sure. He is Scorpius’ father… Scorpius has turned out well enough. He can’t be that bad. I say we open them.”
Louis shrugged, “Your funeral.”
Taylor had half a mind to wince; he wasn’t prepared for anymore funerals any time soon. He had been to two too many funerals for someone who was only almost twelve-years-old.
He pulled the string on the coin purse, gingerly, loosening the opening. His index fingers yanked at the purse until it was wide open. There were no coins in it. As far as Taylor could see, there was nothing in the purse except a little slip of parchment. Disappointing.
Taylor turned the small bag upside down to make sure he wasn’t missing something, but nothing except a small roll of parchment slid out of the purse. He picked up he paper, and gave Louis an accusing glance. Parchment; yeah, real dangerous. Blimey.
He looked back down at the parchment that he was clutching between his index finger and thumb, and sighed. Taylor unrolled it slowly, curious to find something scrawled upon the page.
There was naught but one line written in a calligraphic text, an echo of Draco’s earlier wording:
If you ever need anything, be not afraid to ask.
“That’s ruddy unhelpful…” Taylor muttered. Louis looked amused at Taylor’s reaction. Was this really the gift that Draco Malfoy—the infamous Draco Malfoy—had given them? An empty coin purse and a gesture of kindness? Disappointing.
Taylor dropped the coin purse and note into his dragon-scale box that only he could open, and he didn’t think about it again until the middle of July…
