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sweetpinkpixie · 01-05-2021, 03:05 AM

When one grew up with a dad who shouted at you in Klingon and threatened to toss you into a black hole when you were misbehaving beyond their threshold of patience, most threats were kind of like water off a duck's back. This was not one of those and Atlas' face instantly dropped and his finger curled back in to his palm, all fingers forming a tight little fist, as a VERY prevalent phrase in the Flamsteed household echoed in his mind: RED SHIRT.

Dad had always told them not to be red shirts, which the man had meant in a deeper meaning but it was one that was lost on the 11-year-old mind. To Atlas, in this moment, it simply meant one thing: DO NOT DIE.

And so the first year was recoiling back, glancing at his brother just when something absolutely horrendous took place.

There, within touching distance of himself, was the boy who had thrown the wadded up piece of paper with a look on his face as though HIS insiders were going through spaghettification...and it didn't take this Gryffindor two long to put two and two together. Unable to look away, despite wanting to do just that, Atlas froze in place seeing the boy's body crumble to the floor...like the wadded piece of paper that had bounced off the man who had performed the Unforgiveable. And then there was another body that fell to the floor around him...and he hadn't seen why. Another Unforgiveable!? Only this time...this time the boy - the older blonde boy with the nice hair who Atlas had come to the conclusion was the headmaster's (the REAL headmaster) - did not get up.

And then Atlas' eyes were not the only thing that leaked. His black trousers stuck to his skin as the urine trickled down his leg, absorbed a bit into his sock and shoes, and a couple of droplets fell on to the floor.

Dead. That boy...he was dead. He hadn't even seen the green light but he was dead. He had tried to attack these people too and instead of administering pain they went for death. Dead and that GIRL had KNOWN it was going to happen. She had SAID that no one had died YET.

SHE KNEW! SHE KNEW THIS WAS GOING TO HAPPEN!

Trembling and unable to find his voice, Atlas took one of the pieces of paper - or several, his hands were trembling too much and he just took a stack which also sent some of them fanning out on to the floor - and turned dutifully back around and stared at the form. Trousers and underwear moist and smelling of terror, he took a quill and began to fill it out, his penmanship an absolute mess and almost to the point of being illegible.

Quote:

Name: Atlas Leonel Flamsteed
Age: 11
Year: first
House: Gryffindor
Date of Birth: 4/20/2092
Blood Heritage: halfblood

Parent/Guardian(s) name(s): Airey Flamsteed and Medea Romanos
Parent/Guardian(s) occupation(s): Department of Mysteries department head and Russian Ministry Specialized Agent
Do your parents work at the ministry: yes
Do your parents support muggle upliftment: [incoherent scribbling here]

When was the last time you supported muggle upliftment? [more incoherent scribbling here]

When he got to the last two questions...Atlas didn't want to answer. Dad LOVED muggle things. Dad even worked as the Astronomer Royal. What if...what if in filling out this form he was condemning his parents to death? Dad had been acting a little off for years now...what if...what if...they already had dad? More leaking ensued and the ink on Atlas' form smeared a bit as some tears dropped to the paper.

...what if...their dad...was already dead? Just like the real Headmaster Trent? What if...dad wasn't their dad?

What if in NOT answering that would get his parents killed? Or Aries...or Andromeda...or himself...

The blurry forget-me-not blue eyes looked around again, lingering on the boy who had been killed right here in the Great Hall and NO ONE was doing anything about. He was...the Cedric Diggory of all this, wasn't he? The first to fall.

Turning back to his parchment and scribbling something in the remaining spaces about having attended muggle schooling prior to Hogwarts until dad had pulled him from it last year, Atlas put his quill down and squirmed uncomfortably on the bench.

Could they please...move the body? Please?

01-05-2021, 03:05 AM	#44 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Gladrags Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Leprechaun Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 40,896 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne Gryffindor Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Third Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Zachaël Lufkin Owl Post x12 x12	astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf When one grew up with a dad who shouted at you in Klingon and threatened to toss you into a black hole when you were misbehaving beyond their threshold of patience, most threats were kind of like water off a duck's back. This was not one of those and Atlas' face instantly dropped and his finger curled back in to his palm, all fingers forming a tight little fist, as a VERY prevalent phrase in the Flamsteed household echoed in his mind: RED SHIRT. Dad had always told them not to be red shirts, which the man had meant in a deeper meaning but it was one that was lost on the 11-year-old mind. To Atlas, in this moment, it simply meant one thing: DO NOT DIE. And so the first year was recoiling back, glancing at his brother just when something absolutely horrendous took place. There, within touching distance of himself, was the boy who had thrown the wadded up piece of paper with a look on his face as though HIS insiders were going through spaghettification...and it didn't take this Gryffindor two long to put two and two together. Unable to look away, despite wanting to do just that, Atlas froze in place seeing the boy's body crumble to the floor...like the wadded piece of paper that had bounced off the man who had performed the Unforgiveable. And then there was another body that fell to the floor around him...and he hadn't seen why. Another Unforgiveable!? Only this time...this time the boy - the older blonde boy with the nice hair who Atlas had come to the conclusion was the headmaster's (the REAL headmaster) - did not get up. And then Atlas' eyes were not the only thing that leaked. His black trousers stuck to his skin as the urine trickled down his leg, absorbed a bit into his sock and shoes, and a couple of droplets fell on to the floor. Dead. That boy...he was dead. He hadn't even seen the green light but he was dead. He had tried to attack these people too and instead of administering pain they went for death. Dead and that GIRL had KNOWN it was going to happen. She had SAID that no one had died YET. SHE KNEW! SHE KNEW THIS WAS GOING TO HAPPEN! Trembling and unable to find his voice, Atlas took one of the pieces of paper - or several, his hands were trembling too much and he just took a stack which also sent some of them fanning out on to the floor - and turned dutifully back around and stared at the form. Trousers and underwear moist and smelling of terror, he took a quill and began to fill it out, his penmanship an absolute mess and almost to the point of being illegible. Quote: Name: Atlas Leonel Flamsteed Age: 11 Year: first House: Gryffindor Date of Birth: 4/20/2092 Blood Heritage: halfblood Parent/Guardian(s) name(s): Airey Flamsteed and Medea Romanos Parent/Guardian(s) occupation(s): Department of Mysteries department head and Russian Ministry Specialized Agent Do your parents work at the ministry: yes Do your parents support muggle upliftment: [incoherent scribbling here] When was the last time you supported muggle upliftment? [more incoherent scribbling here] When he got to the last two questions...Atlas didn't want to answer. Dad LOVED muggle things. Dad even worked as the Astronomer Royal. What if...what if in filling out this form he was condemning his parents to death? Dad had been acting a little off for years now...what if...what if...they already had dad? More leaking ensued and the ink on Atlas' form smeared a bit as some tears dropped to the paper. ...what if...their dad...was already dead? Just like the real Headmaster Trent? What if...dad wasn't their dad? What if in NOT answering that would get his parents killed? Or Aries...or Andromeda...or himself... The blurry forget-me-not blue eyes looked around again, lingering on the boy who had been killed right here in the Great Hall and NO ONE was doing anything about. He was...the Cedric Diggory of all this, wasn't he? The first to fall. Turning back to his parchment and scribbling something in the remaining spaces about having attended muggle schooling prior to Hogwarts until dad had pulled him from it last year, Atlas put his quill down and squirmed uncomfortably on the bench. Could they please...move the body? Please? __________________ 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