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Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: CJ Miller Gryffindor Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Fifth Year Ministry Department Head:
Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head:
Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor:
Victor García Massey Ollivanders
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| somewhere...Eiji is screaming...and omg The 7th Voyage of Sinbad reference! astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Just in case anyone was WONDERING, Atlas had taken a trip to the loo before arriving and had cut down on his usual number cups of orange juice (five) at breakfast (to one). And it was a good thing too because the moment the Gryffindor stepped into the classroom...he wished he hadn't.
Atlas had not been the same since the incident with the jarvey and the vacuum that had made a home in his chest only expanded and intensified every time he saw them in class. Which...well...was very unfortunate since it seemed like The Hoods™ had literally nothing better to do than terrorize everyone's learning experience.
So Atlas did not greet the professor, he couldn't even open his mouth, and instead made for a seat in the classroom that positioned himself the furthest way from the Neo-Alliance members as possible. Even if it was only temporary, because you couldn't be menacing and imposing if you just stood in one place, it gave the Gryffindor a moment to breathe. A moment to not see a blinding jet of green light.
Head down, the blonde set to getting his things out and arranging his inkwell and quill on his desk just so.
__________________ 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 |
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