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| astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf It was truly uncanny how often he was misjudged, not that he was aware of her thoughts right now. Nemesis Upstead had tried, unsuccessfully as it turns out, to coach and mentor the littlest Flamsteed in the art of...well...not being AS bothered by the words of others...but the truth of the matter was that Atlas cared a little too much while pretending that he did not. His track record with Slytherin girls was pretty terrible though...which almost felt like some sort of pseudo karma since the Sorting Hat had been debating between Gryffindor and Slytherin for him. It was like they, Slytherin females, had a sixth sense that registered someone rejecting the house and therefore they were petty against him. Oh. Hey. THAT was it. It wasn't HIS fault but the Sorting Hat's.
It was illogical and he was sticking with it.
But he still was left wondering what it was he said that made her go from Dr. Jekyll to Mr. Hyde.
Reading over the instructions was at least something he had confidence in, though he found the name of the spell kind of funny in that it sounded more like the sort of incantation that would be associated with a music spell or something. Then had him feeling anxious because they were being instructed to perform a spell he hadn't ever tried before AND did not really know what exactly it did. He was zoning out a little when the professor came around to him and read him like an open book. Which then meant that the third year nearly jumped out of his skin when his station was suddenly drummed on.
"M-M-Me?" Atlas stammered while idly smoothing his Gryffindor tie. "Yeah. Fine." Not about to snitch and create an even worse image for himself than the one he already had projected upon himself. "Just..." Quick quick QUICK. "Um...just wondering...what exactly this spell does. Recordo."
And he really was not good with new spells. Things tended to go kaboom.
His ingredients collected and arranged on his station in order of use (such straightforward organization helped with the nerves), Atlas got his milk into the beaker and burner on to slowly heat up the milk while gently sloshing it around every 10 to 20 seconds.
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