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Relieved it was November and one of the absolute worst days of the year over, Atlas made his way to the Transfiguration classroom after spending entirely too much time in the Owlery sending off a couple (read: one) essential correspondences. Unaware that an owl or two had left him a couple of watery white presents in his hair and on the back of his robes just between his shoulder blades, the Gryffindor took a look at the board and all the props for the day. As tired as he was of the gimmick of a covered box to be revealed later, the Gryffindor was nonetheless intrigued by the rest of the materials along with the workstations and he actually felt hopeful that today's lesson just may be in his wheelhouse.
Not to jinx it or anything, the seventh year knocked on the wooden door a couple of times just in case and headed over to the vacant seat beside Freddie where he dropped his bookbag on the workstation with an unceremonious thump. It was a remarkably deeper sound than one would expect from a school bag but...never anyone mind about that.
Tucking his cardboard under one arm, pipe cleaners in his left hand and buttons in his right, Atlas offer Professor Carton and chill wave of the hand as a greeting before moving back to his seat and arranging all his pieces on his workstation. "I really hope we are turning this lot into metal and not wood," he whispered to Freddie. Though he would always prefer the real deal over transfigured items, it would still be nice for practicing techniques and builds.
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