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sweetpinkpixie · 03-09-2021, 03:52 AM

Atlas had been stewing over which answer he could provide that would be the safest but also insightful...or whether or not to simply continue to remain silent beside Bernie and with Nemesis Upstead still in their line of vision, safe in their shadow so to speak. And then...Nemesis Upstead happened and the first year could hardly process what all had unfolded. It was almost as though he had Obliviated himself from seeing four of his classmates vanish right before his eyes so soon after the arrival of Rosier. Only the visions were all their, seared into his memory, but entirely void of all feeling. The way the smoke tendrils had coiled and suffocated the bodies of his peers, creeping along like a black plague, and then dissipated like an angry storm...in some ways it was worse than seeing a Killing Curse.

Worse because...it made him think. Worse because now he was thinking about dad.

He had not thoroughly processed nor seen all of Rosier's movements...save for the flicks that then caused his classmates to vanish in black smoke...and the Gryffindor could only assume it was a hex of some kind. A very...very Dark hex... Had that it been the same sort of magic used on dad while the Neo Alliance kept him prisoner as one of their own masqueraded around as the man for ... who even knew how long? The thought provided Atlas with a small comfort in assuming that none of the four were dead. If Rosier had wanted that...everyone knew of the most efficient way to do so. A flash of green almost shot across his own blue eyes at the memory. So...not dead...but something else. Somewhere else. And that then got the Gryffindor spiraling in all kinds of directions he had not allowed himself to delve into. It may be selfish to think about himself and his dad at a time like this, right after seeing FOUR of his peers become The Poofed™, but he couldn't help himself. Had he just witnessed...what had once been the fate of his own dad?

...and where was he now?

He couldn't even bring himself to be mad at Nemesis Upstead, though he really really REALLY wanted to, because...in some grotesque way he could almost ... well... that was another spiral for another time. Why...why couldn't his peers have just...not...why had they ...

Somehow, class resumed, but Atlas felt his limbs turn to complete jelly and it was a true miracle he had not melted to the floor in a puddle as all the tension suddenly left his body. Dizzy and withered, his face completely pale, he wondered how it was that he had not hurled into his cauldron to contaminate what he was already certain was an inefficient brew to begin with. Instead he calmly raised his hand to draw the professor's attention and spoke in a meek whisper. "....p-p-professor? May...may I go to the hospital wing? I...am not feeling well..."

He didn't want to turn into anyone else. He didn't want anyone else turning into himself. Atlas just wanting Toby, his Pluto plushie, and to disappear beneath his duvet for the rest of the day. Or week. Or month. Or maybe a year.

03-09-2021, 03:52 AM	#56 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,148 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne Gryffindor Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Fourth 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 Atlas had been stewing over which answer he could provide that would be the safest but also insightful...or whether or not to simply continue to remain silent beside Bernie and with Nemesis Upstead still in their line of vision, safe in their shadow so to speak. And then...Nemesis Upstead happened and the first year could hardly process what all had unfolded. It was almost as though he had Obliviated himself from seeing four of his classmates vanish right before his eyes so soon after the arrival of Rosier. Only the visions were all their, seared into his memory, but entirely void of all feeling. The way the smoke tendrils had coiled and suffocated the bodies of his peers, creeping along like a black plague, and then dissipated like an angry storm...in some ways it was worse than seeing a Killing Curse. Worse because...it made him think. Worse because now he was thinking about dad. He had not thoroughly processed nor seen all of Rosier's movements...save for the flicks that then caused his classmates to vanish in black smoke...and the Gryffindor could only assume it was a hex of some kind. A very...very Dark hex... Had that it been the same sort of magic used on dad while the Neo Alliance kept him prisoner as one of their own masqueraded around as the man for ... who even knew how long? The thought provided Atlas with a small comfort in assuming that none of the four were dead. If Rosier had wanted that...everyone knew of the most efficient way to do so. A flash of green almost shot across his own blue eyes at the memory. So...not dead...but something else. Somewhere else. And that then got the Gryffindor spiraling in all kinds of directions he had not allowed himself to delve into. It may be selfish to think about himself and his dad at a time like this, right after seeing FOUR of his peers become The Poofed™, but he couldn't help himself. Had he just witnessed...what had once been the fate of his own dad? ...and where was he now? He couldn't even bring himself to be mad at Nemesis Upstead, though he really really REALLY wanted to, because...in some grotesque way he could almost ... well... that was another spiral for another time. Why...why couldn't his peers have just...not...why had they ... Somehow, class resumed, but Atlas felt his limbs turn to complete jelly and it was a true miracle he had not melted to the floor in a puddle as all the tension suddenly left his body. Dizzy and withered, his face completely pale, he wondered how it was that he had not hurled into his cauldron to contaminate what he was already certain was an inefficient brew to begin with. Instead he calmly raised his hand to draw the professor's attention and spoke in a meek whisper. "....p-p-professor? May...may I go to the hospital wing? I...am not feeling well..." He didn't want to turn into anyone else. He didn't want anyone else turning into himself. Atlas just wanting Toby, his Pluto plushie, and to disappear beneath his duvet for the rest of the day. Or week. Or month. Or maybe a year. __________________ 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