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sweetpinkpixie · 01-30-2025, 01:28 AM

Atlas stood at the entrance to the garden, his gaze fixed on the tranquil scene before him. It didnâ€™t make sense, really - the bustling streets of Diagon Alley were just beyond the low stone wall that surrounded this garden, and yet the air here felt entirely different. Quiet. Calm. Unnerving. Even the faint murmur of distant conversation and screeching of owls seemed to fade into nothingness as soon as he stepped into this space. It was as though the world outside hadnâ€™t quite reached this place yet, as if it was suspended in time. Maybe this was why he often avoiding this place on his way to and from work or university - it demanded pause and reflection.

This was also why he forced himself to visit here every so often as well.

Atlas felt the sudden weight of the titanium phoenix sculpture, the daylight making it almost seem to be glowing from within. He didn't like it and instead of gazing upon it with fondness he began dismantling in in his mind, immediately coming up with at least ten items he could use the titanium for. A better use. The names, etched into the plinth at the base of the statue, spun in slow motion, an endless cycle of memories that Atlas couldnâ€™t help but stare at in spite of himself.The air was still, but his heart raced. The past had a way of creeping up on him like this, silent and unavoidable. A black raincloud that broke through even the sturdiest of umbrellas.

He swallowed hard, shifting on his feet, his gaze drifting away from the monument and instead focusing on one of the benches nearby, the plaque beneath it indicating it had been donated by Hogwarts - because of course it had. A sharp breath escaped him, too sharp, too sudden. For a moment, he couldnâ€™t breathe. Couldnâ€™t think. He wanted to sit, to just rest, but also wanted to bolt back to the flat and into the arms of his sturdy blond sanctuary. This place felt too personal. Too close. Why had his feet betrayed him and brought him here in the first place?

Atlas pulled outpocket schedule and flipped through it with frustration - the quiet of the garden mocking him. His fingers brushed over the pages of notes, a jumble of half-finished ideas and designs. The ink was smudged in places, as if heâ€™d scribbled down thoughts in moments of too much energy or too many distractions - not uncommon as they often appeared to him during lectures or after dealing with a particularly unruly customer. His eyes flicked over the formulas and diagrams, only half-registering them. This place, surrounded by calm, by memorials, by reminders of what had been lost...he was staring at the ghosts of things he couldn't escape.

His fight or flight instincts ignited a spark of impulsive energy within him and his eyes brightened slightly. The solution to a formula he had been mulling over for weeks now, a fusion of metal charming and enchantment - something that could permanently fix the damaged metals of an artefact handed to him by his aunt. Atlas's creativity often sparked in moments of panic or tension, when his fight or flight instincts pushed him to turn chaos into invention and innovation. When adrenaline surged, he instinctively grasped for the pieces around him, using his frantic energy to create solutions and designs, even if they were messy or unpolished. Which was why he now flung himself onto that silly Hogwarts sponsored bench now - to work.

Ah yes, that's right. This was why he forced himself to visit this place.

01-30-2025, 01:28 AM	#67 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,265 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: CJ Miller Gryffindor Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Fifth Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Victor García Massey Ollivanders x12 x12	for the Nipster & Quinn astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Atlas stood at the entrance to the garden, his gaze fixed on the tranquil scene before him. It didnâ€™t make sense, really - the bustling streets of Diagon Alley were just beyond the low stone wall that surrounded this garden, and yet the air here felt entirely different. Quiet. Calm. Unnerving. Even the faint murmur of distant conversation and screeching of owls seemed to fade into nothingness as soon as he stepped into this space. It was as though the world outside hadnâ€™t quite reached this place yet, as if it was suspended in time. Maybe this was why he often avoiding this place on his way to and from work or university - it demanded pause and reflection. This was also why he forced himself to visit here every so often as well. Atlas felt the sudden weight of the titanium phoenix sculpture, the daylight making it almost seem to be glowing from within. He didn't like it and instead of gazing upon it with fondness he began dismantling in in his mind, immediately coming up with at least ten items he could use the titanium for. A better use. The names, etched into the plinth at the base of the statue, spun in slow motion, an endless cycle of memories that Atlas couldnâ€™t help but stare at in spite of himself.The air was still, but his heart raced. The past had a way of creeping up on him like this, silent and unavoidable. A black raincloud that broke through even the sturdiest of umbrellas. He swallowed hard, shifting on his feet, his gaze drifting away from the monument and instead focusing on one of the benches nearby, the plaque beneath it indicating it had been donated by Hogwarts - because of course it had. A sharp breath escaped him, too sharp, too sudden. For a moment, he couldnâ€™t breathe. Couldnâ€™t think. He wanted to sit, to just rest, but also wanted to bolt back to the flat and into the arms of his sturdy blond sanctuary. This place felt too personal. Too close. Why had his feet betrayed him and brought him here in the first place? Atlas pulled outpocket schedule and flipped through it with frustration - the quiet of the garden mocking him. His fingers brushed over the pages of notes, a jumble of half-finished ideas and designs. The ink was smudged in places, as if heâ€™d scribbled down thoughts in moments of too much energy or too many distractions - not uncommon as they often appeared to him during lectures or after dealing with a particularly unruly customer. His eyes flicked over the formulas and diagrams, only half-registering them. This place, surrounded by calm, by memorials, by reminders of what had been lost...he was staring at the ghosts of things he couldn't escape. His fight or flight instincts ignited a spark of impulsive energy within him and his eyes brightened slightly. The solution to a formula he had been mulling over for weeks now, a fusion of metal charming and enchantment - something that could permanently fix the damaged metals of an artefact handed to him by his aunt. Atlas's creativity often sparked in moments of panic or tension, when his fight or flight instincts pushed him to turn chaos into invention and innovation. When adrenaline surged, he instinctively grasped for the pieces around him, using his frantic energy to create solutions and designs, even if they were messy or unpolished. Which was why he now flung himself onto that silly Hogwarts sponsored bench now - to work. Ah yes, that's right. This was why he forced himself to visit this place. __________________ 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