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This was not the first time Atlas had traveled by portkey, but it absolutely was the worst.
Upon landing, on his bum HARD for anyone watching, Atlas immediately felt as though he were going to hurl. Only he couldn't do that...the consequences would be...well...thinking about those was not helping him feel any less nauseous. There was a burp, which reminded him of the sausage and toast smothered in butter and orange marmalade he had had for breakfast that morning, and then...something a lot more than a burp that the Gryffindor forced himself to swallow back down. His throat burned and he wished desperately for some chocolate or literally anything to take away this flavor away from his mouth and the back of his throat.
And then his suspicions were confirmed, ten fold. The dragonologist station was everything you expected it to look like, but the sinking feeling of being told to stick to their groups was...alarming. He was in a group of first years. All first years. They did not stand a chance and were honestly worst off than the muggleborn groups who at LEAST had pitchforks to use for weapons in a pinch. Not that they would do much to pierce the hide of a dragon but...his group could only invite theirs to tea. Least they would be able to make nice piping hot cups of it?
Ha...haha...haha...humor. Humor was painful right now.
But then there was another thought. None of them were of age. This wasn't Hogwarts.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERM...
"U-Um...professor?" Atlas spoke up, glancing at his group and smacking his lips to try and get the taste out of his mouth somewhat. "What...what ... should we do... with our wands? I...well...I mean...those of us who are are not 17..."
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