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sweetpinkpixie · 02-05-2021, 08:04 AM

That word. Why were people using hat word. Atlas couldn't even bring himself to think it let alone say it and...he wasn't sure what he would do if he were up against the wall and told he had to. It was derogatory and what was even worse was that some of these people attached to some of these answers were supposedly...friends to people he cared about. Or that he looked up to. It was...there was just a lot. Or maybe Atlas was just was not that good an actor. Who knew that he would actual wear his heart and morals on his sleeve...ish. His first year at Hogwarts was certainly proving to be an unexpected one and that was putting it lightly.

His own head was hanging a bit, so he failed to see the way that the professor had turned or just how much exactly the way the man was struggling...until he asked for a broom. The Gryffindor hadn't entirely pieced anything together yet but...this was like a brick to the head. Professor Aguilar...was...muggleborn? And people were using THAT word? The blonde felt sick...sick enough that he may actually vomit. The one thing that kept him from actually doing that was that he didn't want to be known as the pee AND vomit Gryffindor. One was humiliating enough.

Lacking any flying experience besides what they were learning here, Atlas stayed in place during the demonstration and hugged his school broom to his chest. When the time came, Atlas mounted his broom an kicked off to hover at a comfortable distance from the ground. It really didn't matter how high he was since there was a Cushioning Charm in place, so that fear was long from his own thoughts and he sort of just hovered there for a bit and swung his feet...feeling terrible for feeling so good about being up here on his broom. Feet not touching the ground. Like he was detached from Rosier and The Hoods™.

For now...Atlas would just glide along in silence and try not to let the heaviness of his guilt knock him off his broom.

02-05-2021, 08:04 AM	#47 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,466 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 That word. Why were people using hat word. Atlas couldn't even bring himself to think it let alone say it and...he wasn't sure what he would do if he were up against the wall and told he had to. It was derogatory and what was even worse was that some of these people attached to some of these answers were supposedly...friends to people he cared about. Or that he looked up to. It was...there was just a lot. Or maybe Atlas was just was not that good an actor. Who knew that he would actual wear his heart and morals on his sleeve...ish. His first year at Hogwarts was certainly proving to be an unexpected one and that was putting it lightly. His own head was hanging a bit, so he failed to see the way that the professor had turned or just how much exactly the way the man was struggling...until he asked for a broom. The Gryffindor hadn't entirely pieced anything together yet but...this was like a brick to the head. Professor Aguilar...was...muggleborn? And people were using THAT word? The blonde felt sick...sick enough that he may actually vomit. The one thing that kept him from actually doing that was that he didn't want to be known as the pee AND vomit Gryffindor. One was humiliating enough. Lacking any flying experience besides what they were learning here, Atlas stayed in place during the demonstration and hugged his school broom to his chest. When the time came, Atlas mounted his broom an kicked off to hover at a comfortable distance from the ground. It really didn't matter how high he was since there was a Cushioning Charm in place, so that fear was long from his own thoughts and he sort of just hovered there for a bit and swung his feet...feeling terrible for feeling so good about being up here on his broom. Feet not touching the ground. Like he was detached from Rosier and The Hoods™. For now...Atlas would just glide along in silence and try not to let the heaviness of his guilt knock him off his broom. __________________ 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