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You know that test where you left a kid in a room with a single marshmallow and told them if they did not eat it they could get two? The Stanford marshmallow experiment. Atlas always passed that with flying colors.
Know what test he did not pass? Anything that involved pushing a button, whether figuratively or literally and even then it was not always intention. The items on his desk were really just all giant buttons ASKING to be pushed.
Idly taking a spot beside Dahlia, Atlas smiled up at the Transfiguration professor and offered a chipper kind of 'hello' before settling into his seat. And then he was staring at the three buttons on the desk.
"Now...when he says not to touch..." he muttered under his breath to the Ravenclaw while wiggling his fingers. "Do you think that also includes licking?" Technically, the answer was yes. It was physical contact with another object and therefore constituted as touching.
But Atlas really wanted to lick the ice cube. Did enchanted ice taste the same as regular ice? If he licked it...would it still melt against his tongue? These were clearly pressing questions that required answers...and so Atlas folded his arms over the surface of the desk and set his chin on the back of his hands. Inching closer and closer, enough so that his eyes crossed while looking at the ice cube, the Gryffindor...uh...Gryffindor'd and sloooooooowly began to creep his tongue out towards it to give it just the sliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiightest of little pokes.
Really, the only way to ensure a room full of magical teenagers were not going to touch a thing was to not give them the things.
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