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There were two people Atlas had not expected to see back at Hogwarts this term, as far as the adults went that is, and Professor Schmoe was one of them. While he had been surprised to see the man come start of term feast...the Gryffindor was none the less relieved to see the Muggle Studies professor if for no other reason than it was yet another symbol of The Hoods™ and Rosier not destroying things. An absence of the man would have meant that things really had broke...that things were not right...so at least this way the Gryffindor could pretend and hope for some little sense of normalcy.
In any caaaaaaase...Atlas was here and feeling a little uncertain about being outdoors. Apollo's mention of s'mores made things feel a little more appealing though as Professor Schmoe was not a stranger and the man had proven in spades that the students could trust him - therefore, if there was actually s'mores, Atlas may be inclined to eat some. And hopefully no one would go waving their flaming marshmallows around to try and put out the fire only to have said flaming marshmallow shake loose and smack some one in the cheek where it scorched itself into position and gave them a mino burn.
Not that he was speaking from experience or anything.
"Hello, professor," he greeted with a small smile before plopping himself down near a pair of first years who were whispering about the Ravenclaw Head of House. The second year had almost forgotten that there were those who had...no idea of the horrors they had all seen and experienced last term. He was...kind of jealous of their innocence. "That man is a war hero...endured the Cruciatus Curse multiple times. You'd be a bit twitchy too or dead if you went through what all he did," he responded helpfully.
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