 with Aries astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf
He wouldn't really be able to tell you how he had gotten from Bombarda in the spare office during what was now being dubbed the Third Wizarding War and him arriving here at the end of term feast at last. There were pockets that stood out, namely seeing DAD and hugging DAD and crying on DAD and having his forehead kissed by DAD and dad being DAD. Atlas had surprised himself in his desire to stay a Hogwarts instead of returning home and sitting out the rest of term and it had absolutely nothing to do with Aries wanting to stay too. Maybe a part of Atlas felt like if he left that he was running away, that he was being a coward, and he had spent the majority of the term exclusively cowering and trying to keep his head down. Not being very brave at all. Not even close. It made him wonder if he really ought to be a Gryffindor at all - though several told him that his ability to blow things up was rather Gryffindor. The first soon-to-be second year felt that was a rather arbitrary bit of label slapping.
Staying had also...helped with a sense of being normal in astronomically abnormal circumstances. But the sun still rose and he still had the occasional homework assignment that he completed with various levels of minimal effort. Maybe next term he would feel more like truly applying himself again...maybe not. There was a peculiar form of apathy that tickled at the Gryffindor's edges and it crept in more some days while ebbed others.
Glancing around the Great Hall, holding Aries' hand as they walked because Aries clearly needed it, he found himself feeling anxious with all the vacancies. Reminders that things were not normal and that not everyone was still here, which then got him thinking about the people who were not here...in the sense that they were deceased, which lead down another spiral or two. Shutting his eyes, Atlas shuffled his feet towards the bench while tugging Aries along with him. "...wish we were all at one table..." So he could also maybe sit with Quinn one one side and Aries on the other in an Atlas sandwich. "...this table feels...so empty..."
And that emptiness would feel a bit more prominent because, well, Atlas was still holding a grudge against Aboli and he knew that THAT older lion was having relations with her and no THANK yOu. Sorry, Emmerson.
Therefore, in true contradictory fashion, Atlas plopped himself down a bit of a ways away from his housemates and tugged on Aries to join him.
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