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sweetpinkpixie · 01-17-2021, 04:54 AM

Atlas sort of just...stood there...flanking Professor Williamson as the funeral he was not prepared for began. He looked down at his empty hands, the same hands that had been holding her not too long ago. The words of everyone else sort of just went in one ear and out the other, white noise against the sound of his dull beating heart in his ears. Blue eyes fixated on the box, Atlas wasn't even sure he wanted to speak - it was embarrassing when his voice cracked or was strained - but as soon as he saw her show up...his resolved thickened.

How DARE she stand there? With tears in her eyes? How DARE she show her face in front of Professor Williamson after what she had said in the hedge maze. Just...how dare...HOW DARE!

His nostrils flared a bit and his eyes tore away from the older Slytherin and back to the box. Raising his hand, nervous reflex and falling back on classroom standards, Atlas took his turn to speak.

"Mollywobbles...w-was clearly a kind and well thought of among the jarvey hob. Ferret Bueller he...he mourned her loss deeply in the hedge maze ... others of her kind as well ... " His brow furrowed and jaw clenched, hands balling into fists at his sides that then began to beat against them subtly. "She wasn't in the way. She was doing her job ... she was trying to help us learn ... and her death was senseless..." And anyone who thought differently ~~ABOLI~~ needed to leave. "...I'll miss her..." Because he felt uncomfortable saying WE considering CERTAIN company. "...and I promise to look out for Ferret Bueller as best I can ... while I am here at Hogwarts ... a-and pay forward h-her sacrifice in the name of education ... teaching ... and helping others ..."

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sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,435 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 x12 x12	astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Atlas sort of just...stood there...flanking Professor Williamson as the funeral he was not prepared for began. He looked down at his empty hands, the same hands that had been holding her not too long ago. The words of everyone else sort of just went in one ear and out the other, white noise against the sound of his dull beating heart in his ears. Blue eyes fixated on the box, Atlas wasn't even sure he wanted to speak - it was embarrassing when his voice cracked or was strained - but as soon as he saw her show up...his resolved thickened. How DARE she stand there? With tears in her eyes? How DARE she show her face in front of Professor Williamson after what she had said in the hedge maze. Just...how dare...HOW DARE! His nostrils flared a bit and his eyes tore away from the older Slytherin and back to the box. Raising his hand, nervous reflex and falling back on classroom standards, Atlas took his turn to speak. "Mollywobbles...w-was clearly a kind and well thought of among the jarvey hob. Ferret Bueller he...he mourned her loss deeply in the hedge maze ... others of her kind as well ... " His brow furrowed and jaw clenched, hands balling into fists at his sides that then began to beat against them subtly. "*She wasn't* in the way. She was doing her job ... she was trying to help us learn ... and her death was senseless..." And anyone who thought differently ~~ABOLI~~ needed to leave. "...I'll miss her..." Because he felt uncomfortable saying WE considering CERTAIN company. "...and I promise to look out for Ferret Bueller as best I can ... while I am here at Hogwarts ... a-and pay forward h-her sacrifice in the name of education ... teaching ... and helping others ...**" __________________ 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