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To be honest, he still was not used to the nickname - At. The only other nickname he had really received was from Remy and that was not exactly the sort one wanted to be known as. Unless you were a fan of flobberworms...which Atlas was not. So...he had briefly anticipated Lisa adding to her thoughts...until it was clear she wasn't.
At. Right. Short for Atlas. Right right.
Aaaaaaaaaand Atlas was already not entirely excited about today's lesson, specifically that it felt like this particular potion served no purpose other than to...well...rob someone of their voice and cause discomfort. His eyes shifted to Karleigh when she asked her question, the professor's response...discouraging and, if he were a different Gryffindor, enabling. Maybe if you filled a water balloon with the potion and, assuming you had better aim, threw it at your opponent it might be useful in a duel. The Potion's Master's response to Arden did not entirely inspire either...but, well, Atlas and his opinions were silenced without the potion's assistance. But, all that aside, it was time to see just how badly he would mess up this potion and would he or wouldn't he blow up his cauldron?
Quill out and posture more slouched with his legs sticking forward with heels to the floor and toes in the air, Atlas first set to writing down the instructions on his parchment so as to avoid the rush of people moving to gather their ingredients. Once done, the fifth year stood and spun around his chair to move to gather his ingredients, the sleeve of his robes brushing over the still wet ink on his parchment, and carefully picked up what he needed and returned to his seat and arranged the ingredients in order of use before setting to clean his cauldron and get his burner going.
Fire spells. Those he was pretty ace at. Cleaning too.
Satisfied with his cleaning efforts, zero dust, Atlas added the water and sat back to wait for it to come to a boil...though he tried not to watch it. A watched cauldron never boils, after all.
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