astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf That was good. Some people were so touchy with Atlas' pointed questions, like their Transfiguration professor, and he was not even being all that invasive yet. Atlas nodded a bit as he listened, both grasping and not grasping the whole concept of a collaborative effort and doing good for the castle. But, when he got beyond this baseline and dug a little deeper...he could see the logic a bit. The castle needed candles as they were the source of light in the castle and the existing ones were running low on wax and therefore light and therefore leaving nothing but little withered wicks. So, they were having a positive impact on the castle and, like dad said, putting in the elbow grease provided you with a bit of ownership over a space. Hogwarts hadn't been 'theirs'...it had been more like a prison. So...Atlas could understand the sentimental attachment and value to it.
As for him...he now saw the possibility to play with fire and maybe collect wax on his fingers by dipping them into the melted wax at the base of each candle. That was always fun - especially the peeling off at the end.
"Oh, okay," he nodded in a noncommittal sort of way and general just...acceptance of the situation. Maybe it wouldn't even have mattered if the Flying Instructor's answer hadn't made sense to him...right now he felt like he would have accepted just about any answer without even blinking an eyelash.
As for the bread...no thank you. Even if his stomach was giving another disgruntled gargle and the aroma of the bread itself alike to that of Amorentia. Seriously, even from the day at the lake it had smelled like whatever he was craving...which was precisely why he was veering left and making a hard NOPE. Besides, he had some skills to practice with the Potions Mistress and the bread was a perfect specimen for it. "I'm..." GRUMBLE. "...okay...professor..."
He felt a little more than okay, now that he thought (or didn't think) about it...but still his resolve about not consuming this bread would not waver and he instead followed the lackadaisical hustle that was collecting old candles from their spots. But instead he grabbed some NEW candles and moved over to the older Ravenclaw who had just collected an old one. "I'll trade you," he beamed, a little lopsidedly, while offering her the new candle. "I can bring you new candles and trade you down the corridor." Atlas liked to keep moving so playing delivery boy was perfect for him.
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