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sweetpinkpixie · 01-07-2021, 07:12 AM

Atlas was relieved that he had, er, already relieved himself earlier upon bearing witness to the Cruciatus Curse yet again. An empty bladder spared him and it was another little nugget of information that he tucked away for another day. Specifically the next time there was a Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson.

Or, well, it felt as though they needed to coin a new term for this subject this term. Magic Against Muggles. Couldn't very well call it Dark Arts because that would imply that muggles could perform magic which was...anyway...he was getting distracted by his thoughts of trying to be anywhere BUT here and doing so was putting his life literally on the line, as it turned out.

It was a good thing Atlas did not have a mouth, because he may have blurted out senselessly the mechanics behind involuntary bodily function as well as a bit of human biology. But that was before his brain and self preservation to catch up with the rest of him. So...in a sense...Rosier had spared Atlas. Twice, actually. Since the man had also seen fit to charm away his liquid fear. One less pair of trousers to hide away and for the house elves.

Writing. He had to write. His hands were shaking a bit as he pulled his satchel bag around so he could get a spare bit of parchment and quill out to write. He wasn't...quite sure how he was going to balance all this inkwell included, to write down an answer in a timely fashion. And in a manner with which his penmanship was not utterly abysmal. Crouching down quickly and with his parchment on the ground with the inkwell beside it and quill shoved in to collect ink. He didn't want to write down an answer that Rosier wanted...but he didn't want to write down the truth either...but not answering at all...

...swallows thickly and clenches his jaw while thinking about this question from a very literal and practical stand point. When there was an infestation of anything, what did you do about it? What had they done about the ghoul that had showed up in the attic that one time? The gnomes in mum's garden? You spun them around to make them so dizzy that they didn't know their left from down and then you tossed them away.

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QUESTION: Muggle presence has no place in wizarding society. What do wizards do to remedy the problem?
Administer Memory Charms to the population to scramble their brains, create and erase their narratives and history, and otherwise render them incapable of uprising while also ensuring subservience.

His hand was shaking as he wrote, but it was not as bad as things could have been. His writing on his form had been much worse.

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