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Sometimes, when he was trying to be optimistic, Atlas liked to think about The Hoods™ were not actually people but empty robes enchanted to behave like people. It was almost a more terrifying thought at times but other times it made him feel a little better. It was a complicated sort of thought process...but right now he was just trying not to look at them at all. All eyes on the parchment on his desk and no where else.
Professor Schmoe's voice made his insides twist horribly and the blonde wished that he was sitting next to his brother. But that would have meant that he would have had to pause and give the classroom a more thorough look over and that was one of the last things he felt like doing. He could feel the strain in the man's voice and even feel it in his skin and it all made the Gryffindor even more uneasy about answering. But...would this be a lesson were silence was punished? Professor Schmoe had not said they all had to answer like Rosier often demanded, so this little Flamsteed would keep quiet. Though his answer, once again based on facts, would have been building upon others - namely that historically speaking and according to wizarding history books it was muggles who had waged the war against wizardingkind.
Atlas did, however, flinch when he heard the older Ravenclaw boy's answer...where he portrayed the concealment of magical society as something worthy of praise. Not that the Gryffindor did not agree with it...but because he was afraid about how they would respond to it.
In a nut shell, the first year was once again too gripped by fear to speak. A common occurrence when it came to Muggle Studies.
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