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Legs dangling over either side of the broom and his toes pushing into his shoes while he coasted in a lazy circle around the professor. Quite keen to hear what the man had to say in response to it all, Atlas had given the man his complete undivided attention - which was really something special so the man ought to feel, uh, special about it. And, for the record, he wasn't really trying to derail on purpose. Ish.
Anyway, consider the Gryffindor a bit crestfallen that brooms were not sentient enough to actually pick their riders - that would have made them way more appealing than just being another enchanted object that could only do what its initial function was. But it did make him wonder about if you COULD turn them a little more sentient. "Oh...I see." Was there a frown? Perhaps a little bit of one but it was not meant to last very long. His forget-me-not blue eyes shifted over to Ollie as she spoke about herself. He opened his mouth, ready to tell her that it was obvious she didn't know what she was doing but that was to be expected from inexperienced flyers like themselves, bit the professor thankfully spared everyone involved when the man gave him a proper ultimatum to get the Gryffindor going.
"Okay!"
That sounded like a promise to him, as long as he did the thing he would get answers. Seemed fair. And with a little whistle and a firm tug of the handle of his broom upwards, Atlas went zipping (and zagging) up in the air and decided to follow Ollie since she was in his immediate line of sight as well as mind. Though his ascension was not marked by frustration. "Hey! You wanna go down together? Aim for the cones?" he offered with a grin while swinging his legs a bit more. Leveling out his flight a bit, Atlas peered over his shoulder at the ground and then glanced back at the younger Slytherin. "On three!" Though if she didn't follow him on three he wouldn't exactly be mad either. "One...two...three!" And then the second year was pushing down on the broom handle, strongly on instinct since he had been very much the aim for the ground and hope for the best variety, and sent himself basically into a nose dive. Which, well, it took him about a second to remember that this was NOT the way he was meant to go about this.
Mouth open and eyes wide, he couldn't really tell you what all he did from that moment until he had landed on the ground. And, well, by landed it was more of a leap and release off the broom with a couple of half somersaults ending in a belly flop. He didn't exactly knock the wind out of himself, but he did swallow a couple of bugs on the way down since his mouth had been hanging open the way it was.
Coughing and spitting, Atlas crawled a bit to retrieve the school broom that had skidded to a stop several yards in front of him. Not...the worse landing in the world...and hopefully not the worst in the class either. Atlas would like to fly at an underwhelming middle ground here.
...and no where near the cones at that.
As the lecture portion resumed, Atlas was not AS present as he had been a little bit ago...and was very confused as to why now they were talking about breaking and it being useful. Since he was still busy getting bugs off his tongue, the Gryffindor remained quiet for now. "Professor Kazmi? Can I have some water, please? I swallowed a couple of bugs on the way down."
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