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Don't worry, professor, he wasn't worried nor even concerning himself with anyone who put their name in despite the guidelines. He understood the want to touch the big red button that ought not to be touched, but would never do so in such a public setting where other people could see the backlash to his defiance. The end result of ash from what turned out to be just some bells and whistles for ambiance was disappointing anyway - quite the opposite of the immense satisfaction he took from seeing the half chickens in class. Just one for now though which...hmm...where was the other one?
Atlas briefly wondered if there was something to be inferred from the fact that they were discussing two tournaments a century apart but the thoughts did not linger there for too long. He knew that Hogwarts had hosted another Triwizard Tournament more recently as well since he had seen the plaque or whatever in the Trophy Room during the times he utilized it for his tinkering and the victor had worked with dad at the Ministry for a time. Whatever thoughts may have been forming there were lost when, finally, the second half chicken arrived and in very VERY loud fashion. Under any other circumstances he probably would have been incredibly irritated by all the noise but not today. It was kind of a win-win, really, but he did not allow his gaze to linger on the duo too long (nor on Remy) as he instead worked on paying attention to where exactly he was walking.
He remembered stories from dad of some other tournament hosted at Hogwarts...something that had some ridiculously long name...and it was more academic based rather than adventure and glory...or something like that. He couldn't remember enough about it to add it to the discussion already going on anyway. Plus....there was a really sickly looking third year here in the back of the pack that had caught Atlas' attention (and made him miss that pun of Remy's too)
"...oi...kid," he whispered while giving the little Ravenclaw a soft jab to the arm with his elbow. "...you okay?"
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