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Oh.
So that was how it was going to be.
Immediately falling silent and neck all but disappearing between his shoulders, Atlas resolved himself to simply nodding his head and agreeing with whatever it was that Claudine said for the simple sake of keeping the peace. He wasn't sure what exactly had prompted her to go from pleasant and welcoming to cold as daggers, but it had happened because he had answered her honestly...and since he did not know how else to answer things...it was best he just not talk at all.
Which was what he did. Not even when the professor addressed his question, which was mostly what he had been asking but also missed the mark a tiny bit, and certainly not when the professor posed the next question. He just sort of slouched in his seat and let Claudine take control of the moment. He wasn't too sure about the answer anyway other than maybe offering up the lame response of inflation - though, and he hated to admit this, he liked Kinsay's answer best and was the one he agreed with the most.
People, witches and wizards, were a cruel race...
...anyway...
Not-so-humbly disagreeing with the professor when he said they were moving on to the 'fun part', Atlas knew he could do at least the bare minimum and read the instructions. Read and commit them to, temporary, memory so if he was ASKED how to properly brew it he could give you an answer...but knowing was only half the battle. It also sounded like they did not need to be in their partners anymore, something he was now torn on being grateful about or horrified, so the Gryffindor simply tugged his robes a little more securely around him before slipping off the stool. All his stuff, including his cauldron, was at his station in the back of the room anyway.
"...okaybyethen..." he murmured before shuffling his feet and retreating to safety the back of his classroom and his own textbook. He had some reading to do before gathering up his ingredients.
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