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sweetpinkpixie · 02-12-2021, 05:10 AM

The nights before days where Rosier's lessons were slotted were always ones where Atlas hardly slept and the following day he ran exclusively on adrenaline to get through. This far into term meant that he was becoming rather proficient in the execution of this while nightmares motivated him in light of his own potential execution at the wand of Rosier. Or any of The Hoods™. He really did not want to become the next Mollywobbles. What was even worse was that this monster of a human being was his Head of House. Or...at least...maybe he still was? He knew that Headmaster Trent had been and...this man had apparently been pretending to be him so...was...did it still work that way? Not that it would ultimately matter because there was NO way Atlas would be going to the man for anything.

So, shuffling down to the assigned area - and feeling even MORE unsettled at being outside - the Gryffindor greeted the Headmaster with a curt little nod and a soft "Good day, Headmaster Rosier," before noticing the words on the board. More specifically the names on it...and his heart both sank and elated. Sank in that several of the names there were some of his safe spaces, ladies that he both looked up to and clung to whether literally or mentally, and now he could not stand anywhere near them or else draw more attention to himself. They were...marked names...and he was doing everything he could to not be one of those also (like arriving with an empty bladder).

So, working against some of his instincts and moving entirely on flight instinct (a very VERY misinformed flight instinct), the first year sheepishly made his way over to one Nemesis Upstead. One of the only people who seemed to be in Rosier's favor and, well, if Atlas was going to survive class then he ought to stick to someone like that...right? It was too late now because the blonde was standing beside the taller and older blonde, only his cheeks were a little pink as he did so.

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sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Gladrags Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Leprechaun Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 40,799 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne Gryffindor Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Third Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Zachaël Lufkin Owl Post x12 x12	astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf The nights before days where Rosier's lessons were slotted were always ones where Atlas hardly slept and the following day he ran exclusively on adrenaline to get through. This far into term meant that he was becoming rather proficient in the execution of this while nightmares motivated him in light of his own potential execution at the wand of Rosier. Or any of The Hoods™. He really did not want to become the next Mollywobbles. What was even worse was that this monster of a human being was his Head of House. Or...at least...maybe he still was? He knew that Headmaster Trent had been and...this man had apparently been pretending to be him so...was...did it still work that way? Not that it would ultimately matter because there was NO way Atlas would be going to the man for anything. So, shuffling down to the assigned area - and feeling even MORE unsettled at being outside - the Gryffindor greeted the Headmaster with a curt little nod and a soft "Good day, Headmaster Rosier," before noticing the words on the board. More specifically the names on it...and his heart both sank and elated. Sank in that several of the names there were some of his safe spaces, ladies that he both looked up to and clung to whether literally or mentally, and now he could not stand anywhere near them or else draw more attention to himself. They were...marked names...and he was doing everything he could to not be one of those also (like arriving with an empty bladder). So, working against some of his instincts and moving entirely on flight instinct (a very VERY misinformed flight instinct), the first year sheepishly made his way over to one Nemesis Upstead. One of the only people who seemed to be in Rosier's favor and, well, if Atlas was going to survive class then he ought to stick to someone like that...right? It was too late now because the blonde was standing beside the taller and older blonde, only his cheeks were a little pink as he did so. __________________ 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