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Usually Atlas enjoyed the portraits around Hogwarts...in that...it was fun to figure out which buttons to push. For the Fat Lady, it was singing off key and loudly while insisting that she was the one who was tone deaf. She was easy that way, but it was an amusing way to kill time every now and again. Some of the portraits were even insightful and an outstanding resource when one did not want to go to the library and do research. It surprised Atlas how many portraits around the castle included inventors and metal charms, one in particular on the third floor proving to be an infallible resource when he was stuck on something with his metallic creatures that he just could not sort out for himself. Also the group of alchemists, they were amazing and the best tutors for the subject he could have asked for.
One portrait he could do without though? His ruddy dad. It was the downside of being a Gryffindor, truly. His dad being a former head of house meant that his portrait was hung right smack dab in the middle of the common room and it felt like he never had any privacy or like school was just some wonky extension of home. This afternoon had felt particularly suffocating, this LOOK in the twinkle of the portrait's blue eyes seeming to see straight through Atlas' baloney and just...too much.
So, here he was, pacing around the corridor just trying to blow off a bit of steam. Was Sir Cadogan around? He was another that was fun and easy to playfully antagonize.
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