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The sparkler effect was NOT stopping with his wand and Atlas had found himself looking around nervously trying to sort out how to STOP it. He could maybe just walk over to one of the dummies and shower it in magical sparkle flames, maybe. So while everyone else was busy blowing things up, the first year was waving his wand back and forth to try and put it OUT. The wandmaker had said that his wand would be good with fire magic...so this TECHNICALLY should be something within his wheelhouse.
"Stop...stop stop stop stop stop...." he pleaded with his wand as he waved it about. It wasn't really stopping though and at one point or another he had just decided to accept the sparks and try casting Bombarda again. Which, shockingly, did not result in anything truly productive. There were loud BANGS and some more intense bursts of sparks...but nothing that was really worthy of being considered the Exploding Charm. He was TRYING though because, theme aside, he was desperate to know and master his first spell to ANY degree. He may need a different setting for this though...because even with the disconnect and acknowledgement that these were just dummies and none of it was real...he was also acutely aware of what Rosier was trying to accomplish here. Or, well, at least in terms that the 11-year-old could understand.
So...maybe his wand was communicating with him with this sprinkler effect.
So, sans any real progress but with plenty of determination, Atlas was stuck with a wand that was still...doing THIS thing as Rosier called an end to this activity and instructed them to follow him.
Er...okay...could do...
Shuffling his feet along with the crowd and keeping close to his fellow first years (and yes, his wand was still showering sparks because no one had properly taught him how to cancel spell effects), it was pretty obvious the course this was going to take as they entered the Muggle Technology Center. His dad would...have loved this space. Atlas swallowed thickly as Rosier confirmed his suspicions and then the Gryffindor was looking around the room for options.
And then it was time to get to work...and Atlas was ... kind of jealous impressed that Quinn was able to blast apart a computer while this Gryffindor was stuck with a harmless handheld firework. His blue eyes darted around, looking for something a little more finite that he could get more precise practice with on a smaller scale, he spotted one of the older students from the common room the night before doing something that actually looked...kind of fun. No offense, Professor Schmoe. He simply had no real emotional attachment to you just yet and therefore it was kind of easy to get into destructive mode. Plus, well, Professor Schmoe and his dad could compare notes someday.
Maybe.
..........hopefully.
"...I want to do that too!" he chirped sheepishly as he came to a stop beside the girl tossing CDs up and shooting them them out of the air. His wand still spouting sparks like no one's business, Atlas grabbed one of the CDs and prepared to throw it up in the air. "W-We can trade...maybe? I'll toss for you and you for me?" And maybe she could give him pointers and also tell him how to make his wand STOP doing the THING?! Case and all, Atlas gave the CD a toss skyward - with some wicked backspin - and aimed his wand accordingly. "BOMBARDA!"
*BANG!*
There was another eruption of sparks accompanying the explosive noise...but that was it. Well...save for Newton's Laws once again coming into effect and sending the small blonde back a couple of feet with a rough landing right on his bum.
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