they don't get snitches...they get STITCHES *Atlas would never so it goes here* astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf "Yeah, I'm good," he grinned at Quinn while doggy paddling a bit to retrieve his broom that he had lost his hold on thanks to the splash. To the professor he offered a bit of a sheepish smile, which was an acknowledgement that he had heard and that he would maintain the same focus he had already had. He had to have some to fall the way he had otherwise he could have seriously hurt himself!
He may have hung out in the pool for a bit longer than was really necessary before pulling himself out of it, for reasons, so he missed the quaffle passing activity but that didn't bother Atlas too much. He was present for the main event of catching snitches and for the first time in the lesson...he forgot about those people being here. He was just a kid, soaking wet one, on a broom chasing after a shinny. It was simple and straightforward so...what could possibly go wrong?
....a lot. Because of The Hoods™.
Feeling the need for speed, Atlas kicked off of his broom and veered right suddenly when SOMEONE (LOOKING AT YOU ARIES) went zipping along his flight path. It ended up working out in his favor as he saw something gleaming ahead of him. Leaning forward on his broom more, the Gryffindor took off towards the snitch (snitch #3) and felt his eyes water from the wind rushing past his face as he continued to pick up speed. His hand stretched out, he could almost feel the wings cutting the air as they flapped and the shift in the air swirling around his finger tips...just a little further and...
...distraction.
Hearing Quinn's cry diverted Atlas' attention and the snap of his head around to see what was on cause him to lean forward on his broom TOO much which then caused it to dip down and suddenly Atlas was performing another and unplanned somersault. His hand whacked the snitch and his fingers instinctively curled - would be pretty cool if he still managed to catch it but he wasn't holding his breath - and his face lunged forward as well. He could face plant into the snitch before hitting the ground at this rate and, considering his mouth was agape as he wailed in shock from his own fall, he could very well pull a Harry Potter with his own snitch catch.
...or just come up empty handed (and mouthed).
His broom struck the ground first and then himself in the dull SQUISH of a belly flop against the now dismantled pool and the puddle of water left behind.
This time...the fall smarted a bit...but not as bad as it could have been.
And then he heard the professor call class and, well, guess he hadn't caught a snitch after all. But...what had happened to the pool? And more importantly...was Quinn okay? Also Aries because that reckless flying surely had landed him in a bout of trouble too.
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