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Perhaps today would be the day that he finally tucked away the little glimmers of guilt he still harbored over kind of being the instigator of the decimation of the greenhouses by fire. A lot of Atlas' guilt had been more related to the fact that for a while he had felt no guilt at all, incinerating the cursed plant had been a necessary means to an end...but he could have maybe been less enthusiastic about it. It was almost embarrassing how long it had taken for the empathy to Auntie June's absolute devastation to sink in...but he supposed the important thing was that it had. Now, armed with motivation to do right by his aunt AND help his brother (who he felt himself desperate and frantic around these days) get better marks in the subject, the sixth year had been genuinely applying himself more to the subject...even if he still did not have the hands for it. He was trying though...barely severed any plants in half on accident and had only overwatered one plant this year.
So far at least.
The plants had fared better than the mirror in his dormitory at least, the pieces of it still on the floor by his bed since he had not the time to clean up after his shoes had inexplicitly flown across the room and crashed into it when he had reached for them. This...had been happening a lot recently. Things moving entirely on their own when he looked at or reached for them...sometimes he only need consider an object and it was springing into action. Literally.
Hands shoved into his pockets, hoping that that would prevent anything...er...unsavory from happening. Atlas found himself a spot over by the food and was just going to stand RIGHT HERE with his eyes closed and mind blank. Though, of course, whenever he tried to clear his mind he thought about entirely too many things. The plate holding all the quaint little cakes began to rattle and the Gryffindor shut his eyes all the more tightly.
Not today...not today...not today...not now...
The rattling ceased and Atlas peeked open one eye to look at the table...and breathed a HUGE sigh of relief. That had been the first time THAT had worked.
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Mitsuki's sniffles were back and no amount of warm honey, ginger, and yuzu seemed to be able to remedy it. It was a curious thing, seeing as those ingredients had always worked for her before, and Mitsuki was begging to suspect (to her absolute delight) that other things were afoot. She had poured salt into her socks that morning, just in case. Doing so had done nothing to ward off the terrible pains in her stomach that seemed to come and go. Grated ginger in hot water had been doing the trick, for the most part, for those pains. The sniffles and its curious side effects she was content with. It was this other that had her less enthralled.
"ACHII! ACHII ACHII ACHIIACHIACHICHI."
Eyes shut and shoulders jostling with each sneeze the Ravenclaw performed, each sneeze produced a different flower crown atop her head for a total of seven thus far. These particular arrangements came with particularly potent aromas, though not unpleasant to the nose unless one had an aversion to any of the smells. There was a crown of daisies and rosemary, another of pure lavender, another of eucalyptus and chrysanthemum, two consisting of baby's breath and a variety of colored roses, and one of wild thistles. Another sneeze (and a little bouquet of stitchwort appearing in her hand) had the petite Ravenclaw stumbling forward a bit, bumping into someone and all the flower crowns to fall off her head and to the ground.
Adornment, anyone? They were in abundance here.
Mitsuki did notice the little trail of purple flowers, since she was crouched down to pick up all the flora that had fallen from her head, but did consider it much further than she enjoyed the color and would like to capture it with her watercolors sometime.
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