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Felixir · 05-30-2021, 02:11 AM

SPOILER!!: i wanted a map

Nem was patient, in a sense. Right now that was true, as they waited for the Flamsteed Clone's response. It wasn't a particularly long wait, though longer than one might usually expect when asking for confirmation of a name. But the kid's face, his pause, his demeanour, those were all confirmation enough.

And... the pointing. Yes. Atlas was the one who got all pink in the face around them, and he was the pointer.

Nem looked down into their hand, plucked out one solitary piece from the small structure - currently looking distinctly Parthenon-like - and handed it over for the Flamsteed Clone to look at up close, turning in one smooth motion atop the merlon so they were sat properly facing him instead, back to the grounds. "Metal matchsticks. They're enchanted; they form shapes and structures in my hand when I'm holding them."

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Felixir Forum Manager Book Club Mod Alley Proprietor Banshee Join Date: Dec 2008 Location: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Posts: 50,171 Hogwarts RPG Name: Charlie Upstead Gryffindor Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Aurelio Kaiser Slytherin Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexei Petrov Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Yves Flamel Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Achilles Zacharias Ravenclaw Third Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Ezekiel Ransom-Kruus Ollivanders x12 x12	ur so cringe Lovely™ \| Captain Hurted \| Ariana's Bane \| Resident Antagonist \| Unparalleled Delight SPOILER!!: i wanted a map Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie Atlas could die. Nem's eyes were like what he imagined a basilisk's were. Not in any sort of bloodthirsty way and like he felt his life was threatened (which, well, maybe not a basilisk's at all or even Medusa's), but in that it was piercing and there was a scorching effect of being SEEN while also feeling like they could just see straight on through the second year. Which, well, Atlas felt like was the case most of the time and that the Gryffindor was no where on the Slytherin's mind map. But then his name was uttered and for a brief moment he was pretty sure his spirit had left his body. Nemesis Upstead knew his name. Knew who he was. AND could tell him apart from Aries. His heart thumped rapidly and then he felt nauseous that his heart was thumping like that and for the fact that his face suddenly felt hotter. What did he even SAY in response to that? 'Yup, that's me?' 'You got it!' and literally everything else that came to mind sounded embarrassing in his head. His bright blues tore themselves away from Nem's face (before he was petrified by indecision) and took note of the...something or others in their hand. "What are those?" he blurted out while also pointing with his hand not occupied by the telescope. Nem was patient, in a sense. Right now that was true, as they waited for the Flamsteed Clone's response. It wasn't a particularly long wait, though longer than one might usually expect when asking for confirmation of a name. But the kid's face, his pause, his demeanour, those were all confirmation enough. And... the pointing. Yes. Atlas was the one who got all pink in the face around them, and he was the pointer. Nem looked down into their hand, plucked out one solitary piece from the small structure - currently looking distinctly Parthenon-like - and handed it over for the Flamsteed Clone to look at up close, turning in one smooth motion atop the merlon so they were sat properly facing him instead, back to the grounds. "Metal matchsticks. They're enchanted; they form shapes and structures in my hand when I'm holding them." __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Chocolate!