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Atlas had certainly inadvertently made a certain sort of name for himself. That was not to say that, sometimes, he did not say things with a bit of malicious intent behind them. He was very much aware that he did this, but right now had not been the case and it had very much been an observation. Dad and mum would never allow for he, Aries, or Andromeda to sit at the dinner table with their faces pressed against it and, sometimes, there was a Tickling Charm launched in their direction to get them to sit upright. Sometimes Atlas would faceplant just so he could be on the receiving end of a Tickling Charm - it felt nice! So...it had been on his mind to be helpful to Kinsay and send the charm her direction, but it was not one he had really perfected yet and he would have more likely blown up her plate or something in the attempt. So, really, pointing and making a judgmental observation was for the best.
And then his dormmate happened, coming in wands ablaze with his accusatory tone and acting as though Atlas had just insulted Kinsay's face or something. Were the Flamsteeds the only household where elbows off the table was a thing?! The more you learned.
"I can't tell if you want a genuine answer to that question or not," he replied calmly but with a light eye roll. "But I have things I could list off a few things, but I don't see why that would be necessary. Nothing to do with my observation...so you can calm down and not get so defensive because you have a fatty crush on her and feel the need to impress her. My brother has dibs anyway."
Speaking of being accusatory, rude, and presumptuous. Also wrong. Or probably wrong. Mostly wrong? A little wrong. Oh well, we all have our vices.
Once the cavalry arrived, also know as Emmerson Cambridge, Atlas knew it was time to drop all talk of manners and what was and was not considered proper etiquette at the table. Something that was easy to do thanks to the Headmaster starting his speech and Remy's general company. He could agree with Emmerson about not liking the décor (especially when unrequited love of his life Phoebe James concurred with her). Mostly Atlas did not like losing...but there was some consolation in the fact that they were third place and not second. Third place meant that they had won if you squinted at it just so - because they hadn't come in LAST - but second place was just...a loss. Like in a robotics tournament when you got third place you had to win to secure that position. Second place you lost. Second place stung more. At least in the moment.
And besides...Professor Schmoe deserved to go out with a victory under his belt.
Smiling a little at Remy as he reached for the mashed potatoes to sculpt a mountain on his place, he gave her a little nudge with his elbow and carried on like the earlier tensions were ancient history. "We're on for the summer still, right? Sour candy competition."
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