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Practical and comfortable shoes? Check.
School broom? Er...Atlas had had to double back to collect one of those, so it was a good thing that he took to heart the notion of 5 minutes early was already 10 minutes late. Especially since it took him about 10 minutes sorting through all the brooms before he found one he liked. He didn't really know what he was looking for and every single time he went to collect a broom he was expecting a moment like when he first got his wand. They were both magically enhanced and resonnating pieces of wood so...it really wasn't THAT crazy a thought. Brooms were kind of party poopers for not having some sort of reaction though. Save for when they did not like you which seemed to happen to Atlas often.
Or he was just a poor flyer like he was a poor dancer. Two left feet and two left hands? Something like that.
Anyway, broom in hand FINALLY...the Gryffindor made his way to class and was strategic in his whole standing placement. There were people he WANTED to stand beside...but then they were standing beside a person he didn't want to stand by. But standing beside his housemate, Remy, seemed like a comfortable solution so that was what he did. "Hey," he greeted her with a small smile before rubbing his jawline again. He still couldn't stop doing that now that it was getting all square and set. No more pudgy rounded marshmallow jaw for him. Puberty was wild...and Atlas wasn't too sure that he liked it.
Glancing ahead, the second year offered a smile for a greeting and a look that promised today of all days would be the day he would NOT fall off get unjustly thrown off his broom. Probably.
As for doing any sort of physical activity...he lightly hopped a few times and then did some bouncing lunges for a bit and then it was back to hopping in place. Though this second round looked a whole lot more like rolling on to his heels and then toes. Heels to toes, toes to heels. Rise and repeat.
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