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Atlas once again found himself holding his breath as their professor, the shell that was left of him, tried to fall on the sword for Aboli. It was a kind of behavior the first year could not quite understand, especially with he and Aries always been quick to point the finger at each other for something that had gone wrong. Or the cat. That was working less and less these days though, back home at least. So the Gryffindor was sort of just staring back and forth between Professor Schmoe and The Hoods™, certain that he could not stomach another demonstration of the Cruciatus Curse.
But his breathing seized again when an older Hufflepuff spoke...and directly addressed The Hoods™ and boldly too assuming that they were all 'sirs'. Atlas once again found himself staring in horror, though with the sense to cover his mouth a bit so he wasn't obnoxiously gaping, and glanced nervously back at the professor and then back to Aboli and the Ravenclaw girl who...may or may not be leaving class. Atlas would like to join them too, please.
Eyes downcast now, he found himself liking the answer of that one older Ravenclaw. The one who had suggested just...leaving. That was his thinking too. Running away or just disappearing on the spot. Like...as in Disillusionment Charm.
Neither of which he could perform right now. He and his wand were...not seeing eye-to-eye this turn...and he was too scared to answer with 'run and hide'.
So...another round of silence from Atlas Flamsteed it was.
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