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sweetpinkpixie It was a good thing that someone had told him that all he had to do was use Alohomora on this door, because ever since the war...well...Atlas' instinct was to throw Bombarda at anything that was locked. Fast, reliable, and efficient. Clearing his throat, Atlas did NOT blast the door right off the hinges and walked in at a respectable pace to just...look around.
He wasn't really sure what he was looking for...but he was bored and boredom and Flamsteed genes never mixed all that well. Hopefully something here would catch his forget-me-not blue eye (or eyes, preferable both eyes so he didn't strain them trying to look multiple directions).
Leave this room a disaster? Well...he wouldn't do so intentionally.
The spare office up on the sixth floor had been occupied, and he hadn't been in the mood to practice in the Hufflepuff Common Room in the presence of the other students. That's why he'd been in the Charm's practice room.
He stood a few feet away from a small hand mirror he'd placed on the ground in front of him. It wasn't his, but one he had discovered inside the trunk in the corner of the room.
The third-year held out his wand and pointed it at the mirror, intent on summoning it to him but he had no such luck for the past fifteen minutes. He was so preoccupied with his work that he didn't notice the locked door was opened up and that Atlas, out of all students, had entered the room.