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So...
Was the headmaster aware that this whole set up was just an elaborate Standard marshmallow experiment? Not to mention kind of sending some mixed signals, which his brother seemed to have picked up on as well (and who he was standing next to at the moment, by the way). Don't go in the forest because you'll get eaten or wish you were eaten (that later statement well...anyway), but now the first lesson of term was plopping them right into an elaborate illusion of the Forbidden Forest...at night.
Scare tactics? Those did tend to work on Atlas so...
On the other hand...he still really...REALLY wanted to meet some of the centaurs that dwelled in the Forest so...
It was a toss up as to whatever result today's demonstration of 'how little was Atlas Flamsteed able to defend himself'. Sometimes he just felt like Defense Against the Dark Arts class was entering a perpetual no win situation state. Chances were, since he knew he would not really do well, it would not hinder this little ambition all that much. Don't ask where the logic was there. It had been checked at the door when his eyes had needed several seconds to adjust to the lighting.
His eyes were still adjusting, by the way, so he totally missed Nemesis over in the trees, and he squinted a bit at his Head of House - also known as the discourager of inter-house friendships. Or perhaps paying into old stereotypes that Gryffindors and Slytherins were supposed to be enemies - which made his appointment of Auntie June CONFUSED.
Too much thinking for right now, so down his eyes went to his feet as they rocked back and forth on the conjured grass. Even with the full moon, however, he was sort of having a hard time seeing. "Lumos," he whispered, pulling out his wand and holding the dim light near his face. "...probably won't squash mine," he replied to his brother with a standard dash of brute honesty. "Haven't met a centaur yet. Can we do a joint lesson of sorts with them sometime, headmaster?"
Uh, probably should have started this with a 'good morning'. Oh well.
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