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Save for the loo, it really was not like Atlas to not make a bee line for the Gryffindor table after disembarking from the carriages. This evening, however, he had not only remained by the one he had road in on with his brother to actually touch one of the thestrals pulling it (and nearly lost a finger for it) as well as made a slight detour over to the Ravenclaw table to deposit something that (for lack of another metaphor) was going to burn a hole in his pocket at any minute. That ember had been dealt with and now the only thing that occupied his pockets were the metal match sticks from Nemesis Upstead...which were now twirling and rolling around his fingers without him having to maintain eye contact with them to do so.
Taking a deep breath as he rounded the front of the table (the end closest to the staff dais), Atlas made his way towards his usual section of the bench where Remy was already seated. Though, well, 'already' was kind of pretentious since he was the one who had arrived late. Anyway.
His belated arrival meant that he missed the entirety of every conversation going on, which may be a momentary blessing in disguise considering the one and only Vera Thanatos.
It was kind of surreal seeing some of his classmates again and so soon considering how often he had run into them during the summer thanks to so many of them finding themselves in part-time employment. "Oi, Apollo, where's your sign? I hardly recognize you," he teased casually as he pulled up right beside Remy in all his glorious ignorance. "I miss anything?" he asked her specifically, leaning a bit so he did not have to raise his voice. He figured she could offer him the highlights - if there had been anything. Forget-me-not blue eyes glancing around the space, the sixth year took not of several new faces to the table and jetting his chin outward and up in a casual sort of greeting. "Hey. Welcome to Gryffindor," he offered as a general blanket statement to all since, well, he had caught zero names since he had been running a personal errand.
Also, where in Dumbledore's soggy socks was Freddie? Atlas would like to have his cap back now.
Having caught a glimpse while still over at the Ravenclaw table, Atlas' head spun around a bit to check on what in the hopping hippogriff Peeves may be up to. Big fan, honestly. The poltergeist had made his second term here at Hogwarts more tolerable. Still did not mean that he wanted Peeves sneaking into his stash, setting anything off, or otherwise messing with his own belongings.
"Wish the headmaster would get on with it so we could have dinner and a show," he mumbled for mostly Remy's ear as he nodded towards the Hufflepuff table. Maybe Peeves could shove an entire cream pie or bowl of mashed potatoes in Daniel Yoon's face.
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