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Somewhere between checking on the little Ravenclaw (who he was pretty sure was named Milo) and trying to keep up with walking with the rest of the class while half listening to the discussion...he had lost track of said little Ravenclaw. Uh, well, everything would be fine...right?
Anyway.
Atlas did not really feel like contributing to this particular discussion about intention (it all just felt like bragging rights to him anyway...kind of like the whole House Cup system and, well, he was competitive ish but just not for this sort of thing) and instead his thoughts were kind of swirling and fuming on ... other things. Not only had he lost track of the little Ravenclaw bloke, but he also lost sight of Remy around the time that the professor was calling her aside in front of everyone else to mutter something kind of lengthy at her...while the clucker got asked to see him after class. Sure. Whatever. Whaaaaaatever.
Side shuffling around the perimeter of the class as he caught up more (thank you longer strides), Atlas tried to find Remy or just anyone who would help scratch his itch of irritation...he actually found himself engaged with the next question. But only because there was a tangible bit to himself and therefore it made the history feel more relevant than like...really really old news. Working in Diagon Alley this summer had introduced him to a lot of people, one of them one of the very names shared by his peers - though he had NOT known she could turn into an owl. Or was it just a one time thing? Yes, 'Professor Older Student Whose Name Escaped Him at the Moment', do go on. It had been an accidental sort of lunch with Valerie Gray, one in which he had spent most of it just sort of gawking at her because she was like...out of this WORLD and spoke really differently compared to anyone else he had ever met. So, Atlas could have offered up knowing her Espresso Patronum order (because after a run in with Antonia and absolutely butchering his own order...he paid attention to what others picked) but he remained quiet...until Professor Holden spoke again. And then, well, Atlas couldn't quite help himself.
"Actually, professor, Kyle Baker was a Horned Serpent, not a Pukwudgie, and very close friends with Valerie Gray...who was a Wampus. She actually works in Diagon Alley now, at Noltie's, which is how I met her and she had VERY little good to say about the tournament other than her friend won and the runner up was someone from Hogwarts, a Gryffindor, that she could tolerate coming in third to and considered a friend as well." In fact, she had spoken so harshly about parts of it and in language that dad would have called 'robustly colorful' that his ears had turned red and he dared not repeat any of it. Which, well, Desiree had already touched on part of that anyway with her mentioning of that particular task.
Glad to have stopped walking...Atlas had been expecting their little sphinx friend to make an appearance here and was genuinely surprised she was not. Shoving his hands into his pockets as the task was handed out, the sixth year rolled back on to his heels and sighed a little under his breath. He was, truthfully, grateful that it seemed like it would just be theory today and speculation...but he wasn't so sure about putting himself in the gamemaker's position. What would he even want to test of someone? Integrity came to mind but he wasn't sure how to really go about doing that...
So...he would just hang around the perimeter here and...see if someone caught his eye (or he them) to partner up with. He would have gone into the crowd more to look for Remy to partner with, but seeing how things were playing out thus far...it seemed like space would be better. He would find her after class. Unless she found him now and therefore his overthinking turned irrelevant. Maybe he could spot Vanna and they could botched another project together.
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