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sweetpinkpixie · 02-25-2021, 09:27 AM

The comparison to water, dampening and all, would tickle Atlas a bit considering his interests. But...he felt some sort of way about the pinky maneuver. Several somethings and the predominant one was...unpleasant. Unpleasant but it had nothing to do with Quinn or the gesture and everything to do with...circumstances. Were their hands hidden enough from view that this wouldn't become an issue? Would a simple pinky curl warrant the order for dad's execution? He had seen...more prominent displays of affection go unnoticed...so he gulped down a breath and nervously returned the gesture and kept his gaze straight ahead on Professor Schmoe.

The breath he had been holding that Nemesis Upstead might do something to his brother also found its own exhale. Praise Orion.

As class officially begun, Atlas found himself wanting to remain quiet and...there was relief in that Muggle Studies was a class that he could afford to do that and keep his self preservation. A small little act of rebellion from the professor, perhaps.

...and speaking of rebellion and self preservation...or a lack thereof...

...if Atlas had been inclined to answer, his mouth would have been zipped shut now. Eyes widening and unblinking, the Gryffindor gaped at Aboli as she spoke out of turn like that. Didn't she realize that every time anyone did this sort of thing it just got WORSE for the rest of them?! In the blink of an eye the whole scene changed. One of The Hoods™ cast not one but THREE spells at her and all his blue eyes could focus on was their color - none of them being any of those of an Unforgiveable so at least there was that. And then something ugly and confusing happened within him. On the one hand, Atlas was glad there had been consequences of her actions and that they seemed focused on only her and not the rest of them. He still did not care much for her, the day of Mollywobbles' death still resonating with him too strongly as he could all too easily see his dad in place of the jarvey...but also...he hated The Hoods™ and what they did to people. How Aboli could easily have been anyone else - like Aries - and how that may have spurred the first year to lash out. So now The Hoods™ were making him feel sympathetic towards someone he was DETERMINED not to feel sympathy for.

That just...that just wasn't fair

Sucking in a sharp breath as another girl, a Ravenclaw, approached Aboli...Atlas found himself terrified to what repercussions were coming NEXT. It was...what was that word...for the longest time he had gone through life thinking it was 'rubberducking'....RUBBERNECKING. Atlas was unabashedly rubbernecking...in horror.

02-25-2021, 09:27 AM	#40 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,560 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: CJ Miller Gryffindor Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Jae-hyuk Anouilh Slytherin Seventh 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 The comparison to water, dampening and all, would tickle Atlas a bit considering his interests. But...he felt some sort of way about the pinky maneuver. Several somethings and the predominant one was...unpleasant. Unpleasant but it had nothing to do with Quinn or the gesture and everything to do with...circumstances. Were their hands hidden enough from view that this wouldn't become an issue? Would a simple pinky curl warrant the order for dad's execution? He had seen...more prominent displays of affection go unnoticed...so he gulped down a breath and nervously returned the gesture and kept his gaze straight ahead on Professor Schmoe. The breath he had been holding that Nemesis Upstead might do something to his brother also found its own exhale. Praise Orion. As class officially begun, Atlas found himself wanting to remain quiet and...there was relief in that Muggle Studies was a class that he could afford to do that and keep his self preservation. A small little act of rebellion from the professor, perhaps. ...and speaking of rebellion and self preservation...or a lack thereof... ...if Atlas had been inclined to answer, his mouth would have been zipped shut now. Eyes widening and unblinking, the Gryffindor gaped at Aboli as she spoke out of turn like that. Didn't she realize that every time anyone did this sort of thing it just got WORSE for the rest of them?! In the blink of an eye the whole scene changed. One of The Hoods™ cast not one but THREE spells at her and all his blue eyes could focus on was their color - none of them being any of those of an Unforgiveable so at least there was that. And then something ugly and confusing happened within him. On the one hand, Atlas was glad there had been consequences of her actions and that they seemed focused on only her and not the rest of them. He still did not care much for her, the day of Mollywobbles' death still resonating with him too strongly as he could all too easily see his dad in place of the jarvey...but also...he hated The Hoods™ and what they did to people. How Aboli could easily have been anyone else - like Aries - and how that may have spurred the first year to lash out. So now The Hoods™ were making him feel sympathetic towards someone he was DETERMINED not to feel sympathy for. That just...that just wasn't fair Sucking in a sharp breath as another girl, a Ravenclaw, approached Aboli...Atlas found himself terrified to what repercussions were coming NEXT. It was...what was that word...for the longest time he had gone through life thinking it was 'rubberducking'....RUBBERNECKING. Atlas was unabashedly rubbernecking...in horror. __________________ 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