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Even when The Hoods™ were around, Care of Magical Creatures class continued to be a safe space for Atlas. Even IF he had witnessed a Killing Curse and quite literally knew just how terribly things could go and what was possible, the first year still felt less on edge and less like he was forcing attendance. Perhaps it was because he had broken down and cried in front of the professor and maybe seen the man properly cry in private too or AS close to crying as he was ever going to and it reminded him of his own dad a bit, but there was a layer of trust with Professor Williamson that he did not exactly feel with other adults at the moment. Save for the obvious with the Flamsteed name.
Taking the tiny tea cup as a hint - because why else would the bear of a man use something so unbalanced? - Atlas smiled and gave the man a double thumbs up before he made his way through all the rubbish until he came upon two of his peers with a rusty kettle.
Tea. Rusty tea kettle. He got you, professor.
He did find it kind of...ironic, or perhaps another hidden message to the muggleborns like Quinn that they were being armed with pitchforks. Everyone knew what angry mobs looked like, right?
Anyway.
"Hey," he greeted the two girls, scooting in a little closer to Camryn for no other reason than that was the way his walking bath had taken him. And perhaps another couple of scoots closer because Rosier lacky hovering near this portkey was more unsettling than he really wanted to admit to. He had...a bad bad feeling about this. Traveling by portkey WITH these people? This...couldn't be good.
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