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The train ride had been...well...it had been.
Right hand shoved into his pocket to hide the darkening bruises on several of his fingers, Atlas was wondering just how he was going to get through the feast exclusively using his left hand to eat. There would be spills and he would make a mess as his dexterity was not as fluid on his left hand to his right, he hadn't been practicing to maintain and train his ambidexterity, and that would just be another humiliating start to term. Last year it was peeing his trousers because there were Unforgiveables being cast in the Great Hall and IN FRONT of him while the Headmaster quite literally melted into another person...and this term he had let his emotions get the better of him, slammed his hand in the door, and broke one...maybe two fingers and therefore holding utensils or a goblet were painfully (literally) difficult tasks.
Maybe he just wouldn't eat. Aries and him had stocked up on the Trolley so it wasn't like he would go to bed hungry. Cauldron cakes and licorice wands was an acceptable dinner, right?
Approaching the Gryffindor table, the second year quickly surveyed his options and quickly rejected sitting beside unrequited second love of his life Phoebe James because she was beside Kinsay James who would absolutely ask questions about why his hand was shoved into his pocket and he...didn't want to expose himself to her again.
But doing that left the blonde with few options and then sitting alone and by himself off on one end would only draw attention to himself. He couldn't be THAT kid sitting off by himself as a loner.
So basically...there was no winning situation for Atlas here, save for having his brother as a buffer between him and maybe one other person. NOT that he was dependent on his brother for anything. Ever. Nope.
So Atlas kind of haphazardly sat down somewhere on the bench and watched the Sorting in silence as his blue eyes glances towards the staff dais. Did broken fingers count as a plausible excuse to approach the dais before the speech? He needed to see Healer...er...Professor Recard right away...
Thankfully his slightly away from the majority seating situation wasn't lonely for too long as a first year came shuffling by. "Try not to pay them any mind," he assured her with a thin smile. His eyes shifted briefly to the Cecelia, thin smile still in place, and then back to the first year. "Emmerson likes her status quo and her and Kinsay are an inseparable duo. She gets that way when new people and things arrive, instant protect what she knows and is hers." He wasn't defending his childhood friend but merely offering the first year a bit of an explanation. Atlas understood that well intended possessiveness. "I'm Atlas."
There was no fist bump here...just a bit wider of a tightlipped smile.
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