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sweetpinkpixie · 09-15-2022, 01:13 PM

It may not be one of the more mature nor productive ways to spend his time, but with circumstances being what they were...it was just the sort of mindless activity Atlas needed. He couldn't spent time with his brother working on their big project since Aries was acting all out of sorts...and if Atlas heard him say just one more time that they would talk about things later, well, this Gryffindor may just snap. He had a very unpleasant suspicion, a thought that had settled in his chest less so than his mind and things were just one push away from him pouncing and acting completely irrational. He also just needed a bit of time away from the dorm, just a bit. Freddie trying to goad him into wrestling with the considerably more burly dormmate was proving to be just...a bit much. With there already being plenty of confusion swirling around him with Lisa and Remy, the 16-year-old was really not in the business of adding MORE to his plate.

Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaan did he miss studying for OWLs.

In any case, Atlas had arrived at the wooden bridge maybe ten minutes ago with his bag and a couple of random props he had nicked from the backroom of Wiseacre's during the summer. Nothing of any real value as far as the shop was concerned since they were all damaged products and would have ended up in the rubbish bin anyway. His thievery had been limited to Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes and one jewelry vendor - BOTH accidental, mind you.

Busted remembrall in hand (the sphere shape was just fine but the smoke within tended to clump up and not stay red for very long before it kind of melted to the bottom of the sphere like liquified wax), Atlas leaned over the side of the bridge and looked down at the ravine below. Arms extended out with the remembrall in one hand and his wand the other, the Gryffindor rolled his shoulders and shook his head while rolling up on to his toes and then back on to his heels a few times to pump himself up. It wasn't exactly like Pooh Sticks but...well...it worked for honing in his Charms work. Dropping the remembrall, Atlas simultaneously gave his wand a flourish and a snap with a hasty pivot on his feet so he suddenly spun around to face the opposite side of the bridge and...waited...

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sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Gladrags Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Leprechaun Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 40,940 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne Gryffindor Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Fourth Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Victor García Massey Ollivanders x12 x12	for Sangeeta/Tahani astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf It may not be one of the more mature nor productive ways to spend his time, but with circumstances being what they were...it was just the sort of mindless activity Atlas needed. He couldn't spent time with his brother working on their big project since Aries was acting all out of sorts...and if Atlas heard him say just one more time that they would talk about things later, well, this Gryffindor may just snap. He had a very unpleasant suspicion, a thought that had settled in his chest less so than his mind and things were just one push away from him pouncing and acting completely irrational. He also just needed a bit of time away from the dorm, just a bit. Freddie trying to goad him into wrestling with the considerably more burly dormmate was proving to be just...a bit much. With there already being plenty of confusion swirling around him with Lisa and Remy, the 16-year-old was really not in the business of adding MORE to his plate. Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaan did he miss studying for OWLs. In any case, Atlas had arrived at the wooden bridge maybe ten minutes ago with his bag and a couple of random props he had nicked from the backroom of Wiseacre's during the summer. Nothing of any real value as far as the shop was concerned since they were all damaged products and would have ended up in the rubbish bin anyway. His thievery had been limited to Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes and one jewelry vendor - BOTH accidental, mind you. Busted remembrall in hand (the sphere shape was just fine but the smoke within tended to clump up and not stay red for very long before it kind of melted to the bottom of the sphere like liquified wax), Atlas leaned over the side of the bridge and looked down at the ravine below. Arms extended out with the remembrall in one hand and his wand the other, the Gryffindor rolled his shoulders and shook his head while rolling up on to his toes and then back on to his heels a few times to pump himself up. It wasn't exactly like Pooh Sticks but...well...it worked for honing in his Charms work. Dropping the remembrall, Atlas simultaneously gave his wand a flourish and a snap with a hasty pivot on his feet so he suddenly spun around to face the opposite side of the bridge and...waited... __________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back......................................... But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like