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sweetpinkpixie · 05-27-2021, 03:56 AM

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Originally Posted by Felixir

It would have been difficult not to notice that someone else had been climbing up to the battlements, and Nem was largely unconcerned by this. It seemed more than likely that whoever it was would see them here and move on, or maybe try to push them off the battlements, depending on who it was. They supposed they'd find out.

Nem was unsurprised, then, when someone spoke up, but that dulcet squeak was not something they'd expected. Perhaps they should have, in a castle rank with hormones. They turned to look at the speaker, and the metal pieces in their palm stilled.

"Hello." Flamsteed Clone. Nem's eyes roved over him - schoolbag, telescope case, general demeanour, flushed face... the latter, plus the squeak, and they thought they knew which one this might be. Making no sign that they'd noticed anything untoward about his greeting, Nem flashed the Flamsteed Clone a small smile. "... Atlas?"

Atlas could die.

Nem's eyes were like what he imagined a basilisk's were. Not in any sort of bloodthirsty way and like he felt his life was threatened (which, well, maybe not a basilisk's at all or even Medusa's), but in that it was piercing and there was a scorching effect of being SEEN while also feeling like they could just see straight on through the second year. Which, well, Atlas felt like was the case most of the time and that the Gryffindor was no where on the Slytherin's mind map. But then his name was uttered and for a brief moment he was pretty sure his spirit had left his body.

Nemesis Upstead knew his name. Knew who he was. AND could tell him apart from Aries.

His heart thumped rapidly and then he felt nauseous that his heart was thumping like that and for the fact that his face suddenly felt hotter. What did he even SAY in response to that? 'Yup, that's me?' 'You got it!' and literally everything else that came to mind sounded embarrassing in his head. His bright blues tore themselves away from Nem's face (before he was petrified by indecision) and took note of the...something or others in their hand. "What are those?" he blurted out while also pointing with his hand not occupied by the telescope.

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