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sweetpinkpixie · 12-19-2022, 09:26 AM

If you didn't go to the healer, then you couldn't get any bad news. It was this completely abnormal logic that Atlas ignorantly insisted on applying to his final term of Hogwarts. If he didn't think about summer coming to and end and the impending solitude that would follow as, for the first time since Aries left the womb one minute earlier, he would not be in the same location as his brother...then it wasn't actually happening. Obviously. The "seventh year" also realized that while all this time he had accused Aries as being the clinging and dependent one...it was actually himself who manifested such an atypical Flamsteed personality. Talk about embarrassing. While he was understanding and downright proud of his brother, he also could not help it that the air tasted bitter whenever he thought about the term ahead.

So...he wasn't. So there.

Stubborn and petty? Such unexpected behaviors of one Atlas Leonel Flamsteed.

And he certainly wasn't here attempting to restock on some comfort sweets as a result of this unwonted sadness. No, it was only because his stash was nothing but wrappers after all of the living out of their backpacks he and Aries had done all summer as they traveled around Europe and dipped overseas to just a few places where dad had some contacts. None of this, he realized now, had helped at all with his codependency. With only a couple of weeks in which he could work at Wiseacre's, his ladybug leather wallet was feeling like someone had cast a Featherlight Charm on it compared to what had been at the start of summer. The memories were worth it, he tried reassuring himself, but it was just another reminder of the thing he was not thinking about.

Sugar Quills first.

12-19-2022, 09:26 AM	#5 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,492 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: CJ Miller Gryffindor Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Jae-hyuk Anouilh Slytherin Seventh Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Victor García Massey Ollivanders x12 x12	'allo, Joel astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf If you didn't go to the healer, then you couldn't get any bad news. It was this completely abnormal logic that Atlas ignorantly insisted on applying to his final term of Hogwarts. If he didn't think about summer coming to and end and the impending solitude that would follow as, for the first time since Aries left the womb one minute earlier, he would not be in the same location as his brother...then it wasn't actually happening. Obviously. The "seventh year" also realized that while all this time he had accused Aries as being the clinging and dependent one...it was actually himself who manifested such an atypical Flamsteed personality. Talk about embarrassing. While he was understanding and downright proud of his brother, he also could not help it that the air tasted bitter whenever he thought about the term ahead. So...he wasn't. So there. Stubborn and petty? Such unexpected behaviors of one Atlas Leonel Flamsteed. And he certainly wasn't here attempting to restock on some comfort sweets as a result of this unwonted sadness. No, it was only because his stash was nothing but wrappers after all of the living out of their backpacks he and Aries had done all summer as they traveled around Europe and dipped overseas to just a few places where dad had some contacts. None of this, he realized now, had helped at all with his codependency. With only a couple of weeks in which he could work at Wiseacre's, his ladybug leather wallet was feeling like someone had cast a Featherlight Charm on it compared to what had been at the start of summer. The memories were worth it, he tried reassuring himself, but it was just another reminder of the thing he was not thinking about. Sugar Quills first. __________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back......................................... But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like