01-17-2022, 08:31 AM
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While class was after lunch and the Gryffindor in uniform all morning (with a slightly looser tie than usual. Dad's pristine habits had rubbed off on him more than they had Aries), Atlas had jammed a super quick lunch before stripping down and throwing on some pajama bottoms for a much needed nap. Between schoolwork and his budding social life (whoohoo), the only time he had to work on his inventions and extra curricular planning was late a night and all throughout the night underneath his sheets by Lumos light. This essentially meant that he was up all night a couple of times a week and last night happened to be one of those. Hence the necessity for a nap.
Which meant that Atlas had quite literally rolled out of bed and thrown on the topmost jumper from his hamper of dirty clothes he kept forgetting to send down to the wash. It went find with his loud bright red plaid pajama bottoms if he did say so himself. At least he had had the sense to throw on some socks without holes in them and pair of sneakers before heading down to class.
Some serious asymmetrical bedhead going on, Atlas yawned while trying to greet the professor...which basically meant that what came out of his mouth was a sort of yawn while coming to a stop beside Lisa and lazily resting his forearm on her shoulder and leaning on her jokingly. "Hey," he offered her with more eloquence now that he had gotten that yawn out of the way.
Hadn't they all had enough of vines after last term?
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