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He didn't want to say it...but also he absolutely wanted to say it. Though no adult seemed to be taking him seriously about following the vines and lopping them off at the root. At least the headmaster hadn't and that only fueled his discomfort around the man. He had a speculation, as he saw all the vines taking over the quidditch pitch, that IF they were to actually follow the vines it would lead them to the lake where Bartholomew Henry had surfaced and spoken about life getting killed off down there. It truly was a classic case of invasive species, wasn't it? The Gryffindor had even FURTHER suspicions and IF this all got pinned on his aunt Professor Flamsteed for her suggestion of location during planting the start of the term...well...he was going to be angry.
Not that Atlas had a little notebook or anything under his pillow where he was mapping things out to try and make sense of the vines that had all but destroyed his favorite pinball machine in the common room. That was when the Gryffindor had learned that the vines were like a hydra. It all lined up too nicely though, didn't it?
"Professor," Atlas said, diving right into his questions because what even were pleasantries, as he mounted his school broom and kicked off the ground a bit. "What if we use our brooms to follow the vines' path? Much fast than on foot and it will be the whole two fwoopers with one stone thing. Practicing precision of flight while being aware of our surroundings AND maybe find the origin of where some of the vines have been rooted." Another pause as he tried to come up with another selling point. "As it is...who is to say that the vines don't snap, like the tongue of a frog, and grab someone's broomstick midflight?"
Had Atlas ever seen the vines perform this sort of sentient behavior? Well...no...not personally but there were some rumors AND YOU NEVER KNEW!
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