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Why not? Why not what? Why not those two? Atlas was struggling to follow the train of thought there, but usually when adults countered with that it was more likely to be a subliminal message to drop the subject. So he just shrugged his shoulders and slouched a little in his seat. He was all ready to put his plan into motion...when he glanced over and found his brother entirely passed out. Ugh. Fine. They could save the trial of his invention for another lesson.
...this one had...diverged into chaos more than enough anyway.
Not even the sage and compassionate words from one Phoebe James were enough to settle his stomach, though he sincerely hoped that the tension and bad memories did not cause him to throw up. He did not need to add another bodily fluid to his anxiousness repertoire.
But then Professor Holden continued to speak. No, not speak...but completely belittle and outright name call a student...and he felt unsafe. Unsafe like he had at the feast when the headmaster had done the same. Speaking of confrontational and all. Atlas also couldn't help but consider how the professor had purposefully picked a bit of a hot button topic that had required an introduction that...truth be told...Atlas had not entirely paid attention to. But still, the point of the matter was that...they, the majority of which had already been through a way, were being asked to put themselves in the shoes of the people in another war, which was something that very clearly stirred up emotions...an interesting tactic, one could say, to conduct a lesson.
Yeah...there was a lot of bias going around...all over the place...and here they were being asked to put themselves in the mindset of some of the more notorious minds and Death Eaters (still thinking about Bellatrix over here, speaking of bias) to pretend to pick apart motivations with unbiased viewpoints...but none seemed willing to do that for their own peer. What did...what did that say about all of them?
Atlas was pretty convinced now that he was a rubbish historian.
Atlas held his breath as Nem responded to the professor's ridicule...and felt his insides twist terribly and his head hung just a little lower on his neck like a turtle slowly pulling back into its shell. When Aries suddenly woke up, he too wanted to leave. Not to wash his face, not to follow Nemesis, but rather just go back to the dorm and hug Toby while laying in his bed with the curtains drawn so he could wallow in his guilt and self doubt.
He had no interest in imagining the past through the lens of historical fiction. The past was the past. What had happened had happened and playing out what if situations would not change that fact.
"Can I go with him? My brother. Help make sure he doesn't get too much soap in his eyes." Not to beg or anything, but Atlas was looking a bit pale and clammy.
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