Quinn nodded. "Yeah, maybe." He wasn't taking Atlas's words literally—he didn't know that Professor Flamsteed even kept sentient plants—he just assumed Atlas was messing around.

Was Atlas embarrassed? Well, thinking about it, Quinn was teasing him a bit, so he guessed that made sense. But Atlas blushing was... giving Quinn a weird feeling in his stomach.

Quinn pushed that thought out of his head. "Hey, I bet your wand is good for a bunch of other cool things. And healing magic is still cool!" Quinn decided to leave out the fact that his wand was also good for healing magic. Apparently very good, in fact. But he didn't want to one-up Atlas.

"Oh, I would love to come!" Quinn grinned. He thought about it for a moment. "Uh, well, as long as my parents allow it." If he told them he was going for a Christmas party at a girl's house and wasn't sleeping over, it should be fine, right?

Quinn nodded, glad he had at least one class with Atlas. "Of course!" He walked out of the Great Hall in step with Atlas.