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You know that feeling when someone tells you not to think about pink elephants blowing bubbles...and then all you can do is think about and picture pink elephants blowing bubbles? That was where Atlas found himself in life presently. Only he wasn't thinking about pink elephants...or Victorian Era fascination with ankles...or really anything one might expect a 16-year-old teenage boy to be thinking about. No, Atlas Flamsteed was spending his days trying NOT think about looking at anything for too long. That meant no lingering gazes and eyes darting around everywhere to the point where his optical workouts had him exhausted. WEIRD things happened whenever he looked at something for too long. At least...that seemed to be the pattern. Sorta. His journal tracking the phenomena that he had now officially ruled out 'mastering wandless magic in my sleep' and there just was no ruddy pattern to when or how strange things happened...just that they did...and it involved him looking at something and it then moving.
Or thinking about it.
Sometimes it was just easier to keep his eyes closed, which is what he intended to do once he found his spot in the Defense classroom...which OF COURSE had to be all...nontraditional and messy and he really needed to use his eyes to look around.
Thanks, professor. Thaaaaaaaaaanks.
Shuffling in and trying not to consider anyone or anything for too long, Atlas plopped himself down on one of the stumps next to the odd little eagle who was wearing his jumper all...well, he really just would not be asking questions at this time before the more he LOOKED at the knot or the jumper itself...the more the Gryffindor was inviting chaos to happen.
There was barely a mumble in greeting for the professor from this mediocre Defense Against the Dart Arts student (but hey, he just barely scrapped by on his OWL with a low A score). In fact, there was hardly any eye contact to be had at all since Atlas had now shut his eyes tight as a well intended preemptive measure. Only Vera just haaaaaaaaaaaaad to say something and now the trees were his pink elephants of the moment. His eyes opened and he STARED at the trees in the distance. One in particular began to sway as if there was a very strong breeze attempting to make it bend to its will...or fall over.
...curse you, pink elephants!
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