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sweetpinkpixie · 01-09-2021, 03:30 AM

SPOILER!!: Aboli :3

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Originally Posted by kayquilz

Aboli listened to Professor W carefully before starting toward the first crate to grab some protective gear when she felt a tug tug tug on her robes. She turned, her face still very hard, when her own blue eyes, only darker, met his much lighter ones. Her features softened. "Of course. Aries...Atlas??? right?" she asked, brushing his hair from his forehead with her gloved hand. "I remember your sorting. Twins," she smiled gently at him before pointing to the crates. "We need to gear up with the keeper gear...get some mirrors, but be careful because they're broken shards. Don't cut yourself." She took his hand and pat it softly. "Then we'll get us a pair of cool sunglasses, a weasel, and we'll be off. You want to control the weasel, and I'll have my wand?" she nudged him gently and tried to make it seem like having the weasel would be the COOOOOOL job.

She used to despise the younger years. Or maybe this new crew were less annoying because of the circumstances? Everything just felt so different, and Aboli couldn't explain this overwhelming urge to make sure they all were okay while also making sure SHE remained okay in order to make sure THEY stayed okay. She led him over to the first crate, grabbing two helmet things and the shoulder pads as well, passing the pair to Atlas!Aries first. "Hmm...what color sunglasses - oh snap they're all leaving - uh UH uh - " BLACK. Of course, duh. She quickly threw them onto her face, pushing them up her nose before grabbing the piece of mirror. Luckily she had her nifty gloves! Her worry for Atlas!Aries grew, though. "Please be careful with this, okay?" She passed him a piece. AND NOW THE WEASEL.

"Grab a weasel and let's goooOooo!" ONWARD. The old feeling of being excited and a little nervous for whatever Williams had in store had returned, and it almost felt normal for the seventh year. "Stay close, Flamsteed." There was the get around if she couldn't get his name right, ha!

To be honest, there was a bit of a reminder of Auntie Daphne in how the older girl carried herself...and Auntie Daphne was indestructible so it only made sense that he would be lulled towards that same energy. So there was great relief when she accepted his puppy dog eyed plea. At least at first.

"Atlas," he corrected with a bit of a twitch at his name being mentioned SECOND. Always second. Always. He was fine. "I---" he began but got cut off as the seventh year carried on with her agenda of getting ready WITHOUT introducing herself, by the way. He was feeling entirely too nervous about her changing her mind and abandoning him to The Hoods™ or the eventual cockatrice they encountered in the hedge maze to say anything though - because that is precisely what Auntie Daphne would do. It was also why he didn't point out that he already had his helmet on...and had sunglasses on...and had his mirror shard as she collected things for both of them. His stomach knotted a bit in agitation as well at some of the babying going on, he was 11 not 5, but it bode well that she was trying to take care of him. Doubly so.

...even if now he was concerned about her eyesight.

Atlas had some regrets. Some.

Putting the helmet back while she looked elsewhere but tucking the extra shard and glasses into the pocket of his robes juuuuuuust in case, he jumped to attention at the instruction to grab a weasel and...well...they were already looking rather ornery ... which posed a few problems. Namely that they were likely to bite and, well, Atlas kind of wished the older Slytherin had collected one since she had those gloves on. But...fear of abandonment kept his mouth shut and he moved over to survey the options. The remaining weasels looked like they wanted no part in any of this...so he sort of just stuck his hand in and waited to see which of them approached and gave his hand a sniff.

"...congratulations. You volunteered."

Grabbing the weasel by the scruff of the neck, which elicited some VERY displeased noises at first, Atlas cuddled it against his chest before moving to catch up with Not-Auntie-Daphne. And staying close was something he could do now...and so could the weasel who now had its head buried into his armpit. "...I am not sure there is much to control..." Atlas admitted while showing her the balled up creature in his arms. "...I don't think they want to walk." Let alone leave the crate. "...we're better off finding a jarvey once we're inside."

And he kind of just wanted to put this weasel BACK .. but ... he instead stroked along its spine. It could be a comfort weasel.

01-09-2021, 03:30 AM	#133 (permalink)
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Twins," she smiled gently at him before pointing to the crates. "We need to gear up with the keeper gear...get some mirrors, but be careful because they're broken shards. Don't cut yourself." She took his hand and pat it softly. "Then we'll get us a pair of cool sunglasses, a weasel, and we'll be off. You want to control the weasel, and I'll have my wand?" she nudged him gently and tried to make it seem like having the weasel would be the COOOOOOL job. She used to despise the younger years. Or maybe this new crew were less annoying because of the circumstances? Everything just felt so different, and Aboli couldn't explain this overwhelming urge to make sure they all were okay while also making sure SHE remained okay in order to make sure THEY stayed okay. She led him over to the first crate, grabbing two helmet things and the shoulder pads as well, passing the pair to Atlas!Aries first. "Hmm...what color sunglasses - oh snap they're all leaving - uh UH uh - " BLACK. Of course, duh. She quickly threw them onto her face, pushing them up her nose before grabbing the piece of mirror. Luckily she had her nifty gloves! Her worry for Atlas!Aries grew, though. "Please be careful with this, okay?" She passed him a piece. AND NOW THE WEASEL. "Grab a weasel and let's goooOooo!" ONWARD. The old feeling of being excited and a little nervous for whatever Williams had in store had returned, and it almost felt normal for the seventh year. "Stay close, Flamsteed." There was the get around if she couldn't get his name right, ha! To be honest, there was a bit of a reminder of Auntie Daphne in how the older girl carried herself...and Auntie Daphne was indestructible so it only made sense that he would be lulled towards that same energy. So there was great relief when she accepted his puppy dog eyed plea. At least at first. "Atlas," he corrected with a bit of a twitch at his name being mentioned SECOND. Always second. Always. He was fine. "I---" he began but got cut off as the seventh year carried on with her agenda of getting ready WITHOUT introducing herself, by the way. He was feeling entirely too nervous about her changing her mind and abandoning him to The Hoods™ or the eventual cockatrice they encountered in the hedge maze to say anything though - because that is precisely what Auntie Daphne would do. It was also why he didn't point out that he already had his helmet on...and had sunglasses on...and had his mirror shard as she collected things for both of them. His stomach knotted a bit in agitation as well at some of the babying going on, he was 11 not 5, but it bode well that she was trying to take care of him. Doubly so. ...even if now he was concerned about her eyesight. Atlas had some regrets. Some. Putting the helmet back while she looked elsewhere but tucking the extra shard and glasses into the pocket of his robes juuuuuuust in case, he jumped to attention at the instruction to grab a weasel and...well...they were already looking rather ornery ... which posed a few problems. Namely that they were likely to bite and, well, Atlas kind of wished the older Slytherin had collected one since she had those gloves on. But...fear of abandonment kept his mouth shut and he moved over to survey the options. The remaining weasels looked like they wanted no part in any of this...so he sort of just stuck his hand in and waited to see which of them approached and gave his hand a sniff. "...congratulations. You volunteered." Grabbing the weasel by the scruff of the neck, which elicited some VERY displeased noises at first, Atlas cuddled it against his chest before moving to catch up with Not-Auntie-Daphne. And staying close was something he could do now...and so could the weasel who now had its head buried into his armpit. "...I am not sure there is much to control..." Atlas admitted while showing her the balled up creature in his arms. "...I don't think they want to walk." Let alone leave the crate. "...we're better off finding a jarvey once we're inside." And he kind of just wanted to put this weasel BACK .. but ... he instead stroked along its spine. It could be a comfort weasel. __________________ When you’re stuck in a moment and your spark has been stolen .................................................. ........... this is our time to own it, so own it..................................... baby we were born with fire and gold in our eyes