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| astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Well...that had had some unexpected consequences. He should have seen them coming considering equal and opposite reactions. Though, if we are all being honest here, he hadn't exactly thought through his desperation and FELT it exclusively instead.
Skidding to a stop on his bum and knocking his head on something, Atlas had a couple of bewildered blinks while one of his yearmates crouched by him in concern. He was sore and scared, but totally absolutely FINE. At least that was the story he would be sticking to. "Yeah...I'm fine," he nodded with a groan while trying to push himself to his feet. "...did it work?"
The question had slipped out before he realized it and he was embarrassed for it seeing as he didn't want to actually look desperate despite the feeling consuming him on the inside.
When the dust and woodchips settled, he felt his heart sink a little seeing the door itself still intact but soon his heart elated in seeing that the handle had done more than just melt...it had been completely blasted off and now they could actually get inside! They could leave?! Well...no...apparently not leave but there was more space in the spare office now and surely there was something they could do with these crates. Transfiguration, most likely, which Atlas wanted to have confidence in casting but --- and then it struck him. Like...properly struck him. For what felt like the first time this entire term...his wand had actually performed to expectation. To and ABOVE expectation, for that matter. Later, assuming...well...ASSUMING, he might sit down and reflect on why this instance was different than any other fervent attempt at magic he had performed all term. Maybe he would realize that it was his intentions that had shifted. Maybe he would find that his motivation was pure and less selfish. Maybe he wouldn't realize anything. Maybe he had already forgotten everything he had been told about his wand from the wandmaker. All Atlas really knew in the moment was that his spell had worked and that he was proud of himself...for the first time all term.
...and he couldn't wait to tell dad.
His chest puffing up with pride as his heart swelled, he almost deflated like a balloon having the air let out of him as his-future-wife-if-things-with-Minnie-Darling-did-not-work-out KISSED him on the forehead. It was a deflation of relief and ooey-gooey-ness, the good kind. Probably. And then she was shoving him into the space he had just unlocked and was giving him more instructions. Instructions to help keep people calm. Um...did she not just see how he had shown a bit of expertise in blowing things up? Yeah...about that and staying calm...the only person he knew how to keep calm was Aries. So...Atlas was not exactly keen on setting himself up for failure when he had just been riding the high of success. Apollo could handle this on his own, right?
"But the crates!" he protested as he reached and grabbed for one, oof it was kind of heavy for his wet spaghetti arms, and pushed it towards Phoebe. "You can use these....right? Transfigure them into something? An...an ashwinder? Erumpent? Acromantula? Graphorn? Nundu?! Chimera?! COCKATRICE?!"
JUSTICE FOR MOLLYWOBBLES! Imagine if they took down these people with the very creature they had been tracking during that lesson. Atlas wasn't sure he believed in karma but...karma would be applicable here.
__________________ 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 |
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