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sweetpinkpixie · 01-17-2021, 06:12 AM

Atlas Leonel Flamsteed was wishing he could blend in with his chair. If he trusted his skill in casting he may have tried it out...but so far his career with magic here at Hogwarts was not going so well. Defense Against the Dart Arts was consistently a disaster and it was becoming a problem. A problem that...he couldn't even go talk with his head of house about because...well...obviously. Maybe he could with Auntie June sometime. She was...one of the only adults, people in general, he felt like he could trust here.

With the Hoods™ still in their spot on the other side of the room, the first year felt a small sense of relief. At least they were not breathing down his own neck. He did feel a pang of sympathy for the one Ravenclaw girl...though he was NOT going to look at her. He sure that he had two strikes to his name from the first day of classes alone and NOT keen to find out what happened with the third strike.

Mollywobbles had taught him that.

He had a lot of opinions on this topic, but none of them were the sort he wanted to voice. Not because they were ~controversial~ to the Neo-Alliance's cause, but simply because he did not want to draw ANY attention to himself. Just...blending in with his chair over here. Instead, he was sticking to his parchment and writing down notes based on what his classmates were saying and dividing up his parchment based on continents and then subcategories by region. The three examples the professor had on the board were already pretty telling though. Atlas could really only speak to what he knew and that was mostly Greek and Roman mythologies with a dash of Egyptian. So...that was where his answer would have gone as well.

...if he was speaking.

01-17-2021, 06:12 AM	#49 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,468 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: CJ Miller Gryffindor Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Sixth 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 Leonel Flamsteed was wishing he could blend in with his chair. If he trusted his skill in casting he may have tried it out...but so far his career with magic here at Hogwarts was not going so well. Defense Against the Dart Arts was consistently a disaster and it was becoming a problem. A problem that...he couldn't even go talk with his head of house about because...well...obviously. Maybe he could with Auntie June sometime. She was...one of the only adults, people in general, he felt like he could trust here. With the Hoods™ still in their spot on the other side of the room, the first year felt a small sense of relief. At least they were not breathing down his own neck. He did feel a pang of sympathy for the one Ravenclaw girl...though he was NOT going to look at her. He sure that he had two strikes to his name from the first day of classes alone and NOT keen to find out what happened with the third strike. Mollywobbles had taught him that. He had a lot of opinions on this topic, but none of them were the sort he wanted to voice. Not because they were ~controversial~ to the Neo-Alliance's cause, but simply because he did not want to draw ANY attention to himself. Just...blending in with his chair over here. Instead, he was sticking to his parchment and writing down notes based on what his classmates were saying and dividing up his parchment based on continents and then subcategories by region. The three examples the professor had on the board were already pretty telling though. Atlas could really only speak to what he knew and that was mostly Greek and Roman mythologies with a dash of Egyptian. So...that was where his answer would have gone as well. ...if he was speaking. __________________ 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