SnitchSeeker.com - View Single Post - DADA Lesson 1

sweetpinkpixie · 01-05-2021, 08:30 AM

Atlas had not slept a wink. Any time he had come even remotely close, simply from pure emotional and physical exhaustion, the voice of the Neo-Alliance member who had pulled him away from Aries after the feet had struck him like a bludger to the head. '...remember what Rosier said, we won't lose any sleep over you lot, and the same goes for him. We can snuff his life out in a heartbeat. Would it really be worth putting that father of yours in danger just because you didn't fall into line...' Of course, he had opened his bed to Aries so Aries wouldn't have to feel so alone at night. He was considerate like that, Atlas. Absolutely nothing to do with him wanting someone close to him so the bed didn't swallow him whole with his thoughts. He hadn't even been able to stomach breakfast so much...though he had tried after checking in with Quinn to see how his new friend was doing. A couple of bites of toast counted, right? Even if it had scratched terribly on the way down and his mouth was still dry because he couldn't bother with his orange juice.

Determined not to red shirt, Atlas was taking these words to heard and he was muttering to himself 'just fall in line' over and over again to himself as he approached the dueling area...where he would have to face Rosier...and there was a certain dread in knowing that the man knew precisely who Atlas was. And Aries. And Andromeda. Mustering what little bout of courage he had in his twiggy 11-year-old body, the first year stepped into the classroom fully prepared to greet Rosier politely and with a militaristic beat to his tone...when his jaw dropped and eyes widened.

The handsome older boy with the great hair and nerves of stupid steel...was here. In the room. In the flesh. Not even remotely translucent. And with only one shoe on.

"You...you....YOU'RE ALIVE?!" he shouted, unable to mask the elation his heart felt knowing he had not witnessed death. He really was not ready to see thestrals yet, you know? "I thought...I thought they had killed you!" He kind of wanted to go over and hug the older boy...so he did...partly to confirm he actually was solid and warm and breathing ... and also because he had absolutely forgotten himself and about keeping his head down and because he absolutely 100% understood the pain the older Gryffindor was going through. Because the Flamsteeds were feeling it too, with their own dad. So his little string bean arms were moving around the boy, hugging him from the side and kind of also from behind. "...what happened to your sho--"

Rosier. Was right there.

And suddenly Atlas' arms unlatched from not-so-lil Tren and he jumped backwards as though the fifth year were made of hot coals.

"I...I..."

He was NOT going to pee himself in his trousers again. He was NOT. He only had so many pairs to go through and the house elves were not his personal laundry service.

"I'm sorry...Headmaster Rosier." It HURT to call him that. "Won't...won't happen again!"

01-05-2021, 08:30 AM	#23 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Gladrags Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Leprechaun Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 40,759 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne Gryffindor Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Third Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Zachaël Lufkin Owl Post x12 x12	astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Atlas had not slept a wink. Any time he had come even remotely close, simply from pure emotional and physical exhaustion, the voice of the Neo-Alliance member who had pulled him away from Aries after the feet had struck him like a bludger to the head. '...remember what Rosier said, we won't lose any sleep over you lot, and the same goes for him. We can snuff his life out in a heartbeat. Would it really be worth putting that father of yours in danger just because you didn't fall into line...' Of course, he had opened his bed to Aries so Aries wouldn't have to feel so alone at night. He was considerate like that, Atlas. Absolutely nothing to do with him wanting someone close to him so the bed didn't swallow him whole with his thoughts. He hadn't even been able to stomach breakfast so much...though he had tried after checking in with Quinn to see how his new friend was doing. A couple of bites of toast counted, right? Even if it had scratched terribly on the way down and his mouth was still dry because he couldn't bother with his orange juice. Determined not to red shirt, Atlas was taking these words to heard and he was muttering to himself 'just fall in line' over and over again to himself as he approached the dueling area...where he would have to face Rosier...and there was a certain dread in knowing that the man knew precisely who Atlas was. And Aries. And Andromeda. Mustering what little bout of courage he had in his twiggy 11-year-old body, the first year stepped into the classroom fully prepared to greet Rosier politely and with a militaristic beat to his tone...when his jaw dropped and eyes widened. The handsome older boy with the great hair and nerves of stupid steel...was here. In the room. In the flesh. Not even remotely translucent. And with only one shoe on. "You...you....YOU'RE ALIVE?!" he shouted, unable to mask the elation his heart felt knowing he had not witnessed death. He really was not ready to see thestrals yet, you know? "I thought...I thought they had killed you!" He kind of wanted to go over and hug the older boy...so he did...partly to confirm he actually was solid and warm and breathing ... and also because he had absolutely forgotten himself and about keeping his head down and because he absolutely 100% understood the pain the older Gryffindor was going through. Because the Flamsteeds were feeling it too, with their own dad. So his little string bean arms were moving around the boy, hugging him from the side and kind of also from behind. "...what happened to your sho--" Rosier. Was right there. And suddenly Atlas' arms unlatched from not-so-lil Tren and he jumped backwards as though the fifth year were made of hot coals. "I...I..." He was NOT going to pee himself in his trousers again. He was NOT. He only had so many pairs to go through and the house elves were not his personal laundry service. "I'm sorry...Headmaster Rosier." It HURT to call him that. "Won't...won't happen again!" __________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back......................................... But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like