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Okay...but...but but but...if Vera and Logan were going to keep plotting within earshot of him...he was going to want to try to find an in. Maybe under the guise of being supervision since he was going to be an older and wiser sixth year next term who still was confident in what he did not know. Being Atlas Leonel Flamsteed was a very complicated and contradictory existence, okay? He even found himself leaning to the side, on his elbow, ever so slightly to try and catch a few more tidbits of information without being too obvious. Perhaps he would spend part of his summer vacation thinking up some plans. He was sure he could tinker some creature or another to at least assist with the search.
But, soon enough, he had to turn his full attention back on Remy...if for no other reason than it would be obvious to her that he was not providing his undivided attention to her. Which...maybe he was a little disappointed that her reaction hadn't been more pronounced and dramatic buuuut...it was all there in the subtilties and the glow from the candles enhanced that rouge color to her cheeks which gave a kind of warm sunset kind of aesthetic to her features. "Oh, I dunno, I think this bloke with the chiseled jaw looks a little too much like a flobberworm," he mused while running his fingers through his hair. Remember the thought from the dance about not testing people who did not know they were being tested? Remember how it was thought that his existence thrived in contradiction? Yeah...about all that. "I've been using mine for bookmarks so far," he added. "Kind of the perfect size and then also make sure I don't loose them or bend them."
Would he ever find out the truth from Nearly Headless Nick? The headmaster's speech had other ideas as the man rose to address the Great Hall. Atlas, admittedly, tuned the majority of it out...minus the details about the sphinx which were nothing particularly new from that which had been shared at the dance. The best part about the feast was the food anyway, which blessedly appeared and Atlas wasted no time in piling some mashed potatoes on to his plate. Not TOO much though...because he was keen on indulging in some of his favorite house elf produced desserts since it would be the last time he could gorge on sweets until it was back to school on September first. He picked up his fork and wiggled it towards Logan before tucking into a mouthful of his buttery mashed potato volcano with rich gravy lava.
Thus, as far as he was concerned, marked the end of his fifth year.
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