Quinn & Dahlia *whistles* astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Separating briefly from Aries, one to the food trolley while the other (himself) went to find a compartment, Atlas was feeling more like he was looking down at himself moving through the corridors rather than being present in his own body. Leading up to boarding the Hogwarts Express had been...nice. Weird...but nice. Dad had wanted to recreate the whole first year experience since he had...missed it...and Atlas thought that it might unearth feelings he did not want to confront, a reminder of last year, but it hadn't. It had been like, well, like they were rewriting the story and that was a cool way to approach his second year.
So there was a little more pep to his step, though not quite a skip because that would be embarrassing and was reserved for a very finite situations, as he peeked into compartment after compartment for the environment that would suit both his and Aries' needs...which brought him to the compartment featuring a hugging Dalia and Quinn.
And a whole rush of A LOT consumed him instantly.
He had NOT meant to slam his fingers in the door while trying to slam things shut quickly so he wouldn't be noticed...but it happened...SLAM...and Atlas could hardly contain the roar in frustration at himself that this had happened in the first place. Muttering under his breath and blowing on the throbbing possibly broken finger, the Gryffindor leaned against the wall beside the doors.
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